The other evening I noticed my five-year old daintily patting himself dry with the towel after his shower.
“No,” I said. “Ya gotta rub the water off.”
I took the towel and gave his hair a good rub, then flipped it around his back and pulled it back and forth.
His body – thanks primarily to his wild uncontrolled giggling – went limp into the towel and spun back and forth like a rag doll.
I stopped towelling. “See?” I said. “That’s how you do it.”
“Daddy,” he laughed. “You screwed me!”
“Cause I went back and forth like a screw! You screwed me.”
“Ah,” I said. “I guess you’re right – but let’s not tell anyone else, okay?”
In retrospect, that may well have been the absolute worst thing I could have said.
Oh well. One thing’s for sure: from now on, he’s on his own when it comes to towelling off.