Before we brushed teeth tonight Grace was packing out toys for the bath and had taken out quite a few, including Suzy’s bath. Donné normally baths with Grace on a Sunday (which Grace loves, especially washing mommy’s face). So Donné says to Grace, “Grace, if you want to bath with all those toys there won’t be space for me. You bath with the toys tonight and I’ll bath with you tomorrow night.” Grace looks at her toys, picks up the biggest one (the bath) and puts it back into the basket, “Please mommy will you bath with me?” With such a good understanding of the space constraints, and such an emphatic plea, who could say no?