my in-laws only have a pretty rustic shower in their bathroom, and since samil has a bizarre, unexplainable phobia of showers, he has to take his bath in this huge washing bowl when we visit the campo.
we gave him a bath when we arrived on saturday afternoon with a tin cup to play with and on sunday morning he found himself a towel and passed it to his uncle, toddled into the kitchen and pointed to the wall where the cups are hung and shouted until someone got the point that he wanted to take a bath.
he stayed in the "bath" for an hour, only distracted by some chickens that kept trying to drink the water he was pouring out for them.
we gave him a bath when we arrived on saturday afternoon with a tin cup to play with and on sunday morning he found himself a towel and passed it to his uncle, toddled into the kitchen and pointed to the wall where the cups are hung and shouted until someone got the point that he wanted to take a bath.
he stayed in the "bath" for an hour, only distracted by some chickens that kept trying to drink the water he was pouring out for them.
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