Our son Seppe (3) loves bathing, preferably for hours. To avoid discussions, we have a house rule: wrinkled hands = out. When I recently pointed out to him that it was time, he looked crestfallen. “Just look at your hands.” Seppe saw it himself too. He had to get out.
Once downstairs, grandma made him a sandwich. Seppe studied her hands attentively.
“Grandma,” he said thoughtfully, “you are never allowed to take a bath again!”
Readers are the authors of this column. An Ije is a personal experience or anecdote in a maximum of 120 words. Submit via [email protected]
