And it's only a plastic storage box.

This is Henry's newest and most favourite way of having a bath. We have only a shower and up until Maya came up with the bright idea of filling the tub that usually holds his hundreds of matchbox cars with water and letting him languish till his hearts content he was satisfied with a quick shower.

He gets into that thing and then won't get out. I have to bribe him with a spoon full of "kintella" (nutella) to get him to even hang one leg over the edge. He'll stay in there until he resembles a flaky prune. He puts his cars in and washes them then starts on the shampoo bottles. He insists that whoever is in there supervising him must read several hundreds of books all to his choosing. It must be just the right temperature and have no less than five squirts of baby soap in it and the supervisor must not, under any circumstances, join him in song. If he starts to sing five little ducks he wants to do it alone. The supervisor is allowed to sit, only on the stool, but must not do anything other than read the books he has first approved.

I should be grateful that he considers a square plastic storage box to be the equivalent of a porcelain spa bath complete with gold fittings.