In the tub we play games with the tugboat and the wind-up hippo. The water bounces in our close sea sliding onto the floor soaking the clothes thrown about. "Mi hito, wash my back--please," I say and he clambers over my legs exchanging places forgetting the soap as he scrubs so generously, tickling me with the loofa, laughing "Wash daddy's back." Then finally, the water finally still, with no hands, he pees on me.
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