The oldest two come running up to the door. Samantha shouts, “Can I have a warm shower?” Simon shivers, and scowls, “Can I have a towel?”
My answer to both: “Go tell Dad. He’s got Seth in the bath already.” My hands are full with washing dishes. Samantha eagerly dashes off. Simon hangs around, and pleads, “Can I just have a towel?” He is not at all pleased with the consistent answer, “You’ll have to ask Dad for it.”
Finally, he leaves the kitchen.
He bursts into the bathroom on his bewildered dad, “Daddy! I need a towel! And DON’T TALK TO ME ABOUT A SHOWER!”
The wonder that is Simon’s brain. A cold hose on jet power is hilarious fun. A warm shower is a form of water torture.