The little angel is afraid of the bath.  I thought, you know, maybe it was the bubbles.  Maybe it was that purple walrus.  Purple is sort of an unnatural color for marine life.  But no, it's the water.

Tonight we filled her little bucket with water, as we have been doing for the past week or so.  We put her in the dry bathtub.  A tiny droplet of water was on her duckie bathmat.  The one that shows the temperature. "Too hot!" the duckie cries if it is above 32 degrees Fahrenheit.

Her perfect, pudgy little toe touched the droplet.  She freaked out.

"No wa wa!" she cried.  She burst into tears.

"Oh, honey, the water is nice," I said, reassuringly, I thought.  So maternal.

"NO WA WA!"  She was utterly serious.  "NO.  WA. WA."

"Let's just wash your hair," I murmured.

"I told you I am politically against water.  We should not be so dependent on foreign water sources.  You should be driving a hybrid instead of two gas-guzzling SUVs," she said pointedly.  "You should be ashamed of yourself.  Did you vote for Bush? Where is our Prius?" she cried.

I tried to clear my head.  "Pardon?" I asked.

She pointed emphatically to her toes.  "NO. WA. WA."

Well, then.  I took her out of the bathtub.

"Tank twoo, Mommy."

Ahem.