Bath Art

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Never in a rush to get into a bath.

And even less so to get out.

Magoo you love this time alone.

No one shares a bath with you.

It's far too complicated.

You take up the whole space.

You play crazy imaginary games.

Tonight you have made a friend.

She was juggling.

All the foam bath pieces scattered above her head.

As I run to grab my camera I hear an all to familiar sound effect.

"kaa-shhh"

"Mum the juggler blew up.   She's got something for you."

And there she is with a flower for me.