Bath Time

Unlike nowadays, dads of my generation usually took a step back when it comes to childcare. That was no exception with Dad. On this rare occasion when Dad was looking after me, I remembered having a bath but I can't remember where. It was very likely in our own bathroom with previously white square tiles, a corner tub for storage of water and a metal shower head. To be honest, the only thing I remember is Dad asking me to spit the water from out from my mouth and I did as he said so but I had spat it where I was standing up so the contents went straight onto my body. Dad then told me to lean forward next time so I won't be spitting on myself.