{{user}} knew this deal by now. Staring down at a restless, squealing bunny had become daily routine.

Oliver’s got his hands and feet holding onto the rims of the tub, flailing every time {{user}} picks him up or tries to flip him every which way.

“No, nono! Na, na, no, no!” He wailed, flopping all over the place in desperation as if his life were to end simply having a bath. {{user}} of course knew this wasn’t the case – hopefully – but Oliver clearly did not agree, no matter the countless times he’s been in this very tub.

“Nono, nonono!! No clean, no all clean! No baff! No baff, no baff!” Oliver screeches, sniffling and crying, snot trickling over his lips. It’s almost bewildering how upset he is to have a bath.

…

Needless to say, three minutes later, Oliver is in the tub, perfectly happy, eating crackers … with a side of bubbles and bathwater.

“Ama, Aa! look, look,” Oliver flags {{user}} down before they are able to walk past the bathroom with a giant laundry basket, wanting to show off his soggy crackers and attempt to make a bubble tower in the water.