For months now, bath was a four letter word at our house. Zachary was happy to splash and play in the tub, but the moment the water turned on, Elara was a screaming ball of terror. I had to fight for every soap bubble and drop of rinsing water. Then one day, I went in to the kid's bathroom prepared for battle, started to fill the bathtub, and...rainbows, sunshine and daisies. Elara was giggling, splashing, playing with toys. She let me scrub her down, wash her hair, and the saddest part of the whole bath was taking her out of it. I was so surprised, I had to document the experience. I feared it might be the only peaceful bath we'd ever have.
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