Now I'm a big boy, they don't mollycoddle me. (I wonder if mollycoddle is anything to do with my cousin Mollycule? Sounds similar.) Into the bath I go. I love it in the water. I splish, I splash, I splishity-splash. I try to get the water inside the bath to the outside... on the floor. I'm very good at that. So why do they try to curb my special skill?
I could become a waterman like my great, great, great, great grandfather. Water must be in my genes.
Whooosh! Out I go... Granny's off again!... "Rub a dub dub..."