Mad yet full of giggles, Gibby stomps his way to the tub.
Stepping over the porcelain lip into the spray, he scrunches his eyes as water
falls from his brow onto thin shoulders. Sudsy nose and red assed, he sings at
the top of his lungs. He steps out, dries off, squeals, runs for the underwear
drawer and hops into Ninja underwear. He throws his wet towel on the bed. Unclear on the Ninja credo he yells to
his older sister, “Lucy it’s your turn to take a bath."
The baton passes to the Buddha with a short fuse. Her lips
move as she silently reads. She looks up, rolls her eyes and
mulls over things she could be doing rather than bathing. She could learn about
lizards, learn to sew, cook, or speak Spanish, but no, she must
waste time on bathing. She says, “Great, just great” and closes the
bathroom door behind her and draws a bath.
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