The moment I picked up the little blue tub, Mimi already knew what was coming. Her eyes grew wide, her lips pushed forward, and she gave me that heartbreaking “please no” face that she always makes when it’s bath time. It’s honestly the funniest and cutest expression at the same time—like she’s a tiny baby trying to negotiate her way out of something she absolutely doesn’t want to do.
As soon as I called her name, Mimi ran straight behind the pillow, hugging it tightly as if the pillow could protect her from getting wet. She peeked out with those round eyes, checking if I was still coming. When she saw the shampoo bottle in my hand, she let out a tiny cry, lifting her hands up like she was begging for mercy. Poor Mimi… bath time truly is her biggest enemy.
I gently picked her up, but she stiffened her whole body like a little board, refusing to look at the water. The moment her toes touched the warm water, she made the most dramatic face ever—mouth open, eyebrows down, and a small cry that sounded like a baby complaining about unfair treatment. Even while I washed her tiny arms, she kept grabbing my hand as if asking me to hurry.
But after a few minutes, something always changes. Mimi slowly relaxes, closes her eyes, and lets me massage her head. It’s like she suddenly remembers that bath time actually feels nice. By the time I rinse her off, she’s calm, quiet, and enjoying the warm water running down her back.
Once I wrap her in a soft towel, the drama is over. Mimi becomes sweet again—snuggling into my chest, blinking slowly, and smelling like fresh baby shampoo. She even gives me a tiny kiss, as if forgiving me for the “terrible” thing I did to her.
Every bath time with Mimi is a full movie: fear, drama, comedy, and finally love. And no matter how many times it happens, that little face she makes will never stop melting my heart.