The bathroom of a suburban home. Three year-old son has stayed up too late, and is overtired. He's also covered in sunscreen, chlorine, aioli, and bits of spaghetti. Mother places child in the tub.
Mother: I'm going to wet your hair now. Close your eyes so you don't get water in them.
Mother proceeds to pour water over child's head.
Son: What are you doing? Don't DO that!
Mother: Now I'm going to wash your hair.
Son: Okay.
Mother shampoos son's hair.
Son: Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!
Mother: Now I'm going to rinse your hair. Close your eyes, and tilt your head back so you don't get soap in your eyes.
Son: Okay.
Mother proceeds to rinse son's hair.
Son (eyes closed): I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T SEE!
Son opens eyes.
Son: OW, OW, OW!
Mother: Now I'm going to wash your face.
Mother washes child's face.
Son: HOT SAUCE IS BURNING!!!
Bath is completed in under 2 minutes. Son is dried off.
Mother: I have to put some lotion on you.
Mother gently massages child's skin.
Son: OW, OW, OWEEEEE!
Mother quickly diapers son and puts on his pajamas. She contemplates brushing his teeth, thinks better of it, gives son a kiss and throws him into bed.
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