I was swimming on Sunday. In one of the shallow ends, there were swimming lessons for young children. After the session, some Dads who had not been swimming were processing their children in the showers, and a few of us unaccompanied adults were hanging back letting them get their children washed before we went into the showers. One girl, about 3 or 4 years old, was putting up strong resistance to taking a shower, though it was in an assertive way rather than a tantrum.
'You need to move in further, under the water.' - ' I don't need to. '
'Please wash your hair.' - ' Nooo. '
'Look, everybody else is having a shower.' - ' I don't want to. '
'You need to take the chlorine off your togs and skin.' - ' It's OK. '
and so on. After a little, Daddy switched from exhortation to investigation.
'Why don't you want to have a shower?' - ' I don't want to get wet ' she said, as she dripped water from the pool onto the floor.
Cue muffled giggles from the three men waiting for the kids to be finished.