I just found out my youngest son doesn't know what a bathtub is. My poor deprived child!
We were visiting friends last week and Pops followed me into the bathroom (there goes my wild notion of having alone time when we have a normal bathroom again) and pointed to the tub and grunted.
"Bath" I said.
He looked at me for a few moments and then asked "Bucket?"
Uhm, yeah. He takes a bath in a bucket.
I said "yes, bucket"
He sang "Happy Day" and did his little dance. Happy Day started out as a dance and song for cookies and desserts, but now it is for anything he likes. Pops likes baths. Even if they are in a bucket.