Bath time never fails to provide some light entertainment.
It is a time when Gertie is really relaxed so she might come out with the strangest question or random observation about life in her universe.
I was busy playing the Dolphin Game with Gilby (not nearly as demanding as 'Duck Chess': You merely pass the plastic dolphin toy backwards and forwards. Gilby says, 'Mummy' as he does it; I say, 'Gilby' as I return it. That's all there is to it, but it seems to keep him entertained indefinitely).
I looked up and noticed that Gertie had her tongue out and appeared to be sampling the flavour of the wall of the bath.
"Um, darling, what are you doing?"
"I'm tidying up." (Her potential for OCD is well-documented.)
"I'm licking off the drips for you."
"Oh, don't do that; it's yucky."
"No. It isn't."
"Ok; well what do they taste of?" (I was wondering how long it was since Mr Muscle had last visited; probably some time ago)
She looked at me as though I were quite mad.