The Bath Bomb

Rubber duckie. Check. Bubbles. Check. Little Mermaid wash cloth. Check. Pink Disney teapot and tiny teacups. Check and check. There we were, mother and daughter, splashing together in the bathtub. She was barely two and I was, well, old enough to be her mother. As she carefully measured and poured and chattered on about princesses and puppies and preschool, I