

Tommy did not like bath time. He hated the water and the soap. He thought they were terrible. He always tried to hide when Mommy said it was time for a bath. But Mommy always found him.
"Tommy, where are you?" Mommy called. "It's time for your bath. Don't make me count to three."
Tommy was under his bed. He hoped Mommy would not see him. He held his breath and closed his eyes.
"One...two..." Mommy said. Tommy heard her footsteps coming closer. He felt scared.
"Three!" Mommy said. She lifted the bed sheet and saw Tommy. "There you are, you silly boy. Come on, let's go to the bathroom. It won't be so bad, I promise."
Tommy sighed. He knew he had no choice. He crawled out from under the bed and followed Mommy. He wished he could stay dirty and play with his toys.
Mommy filled the tub with warm water and bubbles. She put some toys in the water. She smiled at Tommy and said, "Look, it's fun. You can splash and play with your duck and your boat. And you can make funny shapes with the soap. Here, I'll show you."
She took a bar of soap and rubbed it in her hands. She made a ball of soap and threw it to Tommy. Tommy caught it and felt it. It was soft and slippery. He threw it back to Mommy. Mommy caught it and made a star. She threw it to Tommy again. Tommy caught it and made a heart. He threw it to Mommy again. They laughed and played catch with the soap.
Tommy forgot that he hated bath time. He forgot that he hated the water and the soap. He thought they were fun. He smiled at Mommy and said, "Thank you, Mommy. I like bath time now. You are the best."
Mommy hugged him and said, "You're welcome, Tommy. I love you. You are the best, too."
