The maids filled the giant tub with warm, scented water.
James stood beside it proudly, chest puffed out, hands on his hips, as his tiny weaner slung down his legs.
"I can take my own bath today," he announced. "Like a man."
Ethan hid a smile behind his hand.
"That's very… independent of you."
James shot him a smug look.
Alo narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his son.
"Since when?"
"Since today father, keep up."
Alo was surprised and tensed .
Ethan knelt beside the tub.
"Okay, James. Step in carefully so you don't…"
SPLASH!
James heroically tripped on his own pant leg and fell face-first into the bath.
Water shot straight upward like a fountain.
Ethan gasped.
Alo pressed his hand to his forehead.
James sat up, hair plastered to his head, blinking water out of his eyes.
"I meant to do that," he declared confidently.
Ethan snorted. "Of course" he giggled.
Alo whispered under his breath, "…Why is he like this?"
James, still dripping, turned to Ethan with a determined expression.
"Don't worry! I will show you how manly I am! I'll…"
He stood up too fast.
SLIP.THUMP.
He slid across the floor like a greased seal and crashed straight into a pile of towels.
His but up in the air.
Ethan rushed over, trying not to burst out laughing.
"Are you okay?!"
James stuck his hand out of the towels, a gave a thumbs up.
"Manly."
Alo just stared down at him like he was reconsidering every decision he'd ever made.