Bath Time Mattie

Matt's mum followed the trail of muddy footprints all the way into the kitchen. The trail took her up to the open fridge door which she looked over to find Matt stood there rooting through the fridge contents.

"What are you doing Matt?" she asked causing him too look up, his angelic smile in place.

"Ungry" he stated and resumed his search through the fridge. His mum walked around to behind him and spotted the source of the muddy foot prints, Matt was covered in mud.

"Come on, out of there." she told him, bending down to pick him up and take him away from the fridge.

"Ungry!" he stated again but his mums hook her head.

"Food after bath." she told him and he immediately struggled, trying to get free of her arms.

"NOOO!! Not bath. Ungry!" he shouted but his mum wasn't listening and instead started to carry him up the stairs. Matt continued to shout out his protests against the bath but his mum finally got him into the bathroom and the door locked before she put him down. He went straight to the door and tried to pull it open, getting more and more frantic with it as he heard the bath filling up with water. Matt’s mum watched him for a minute, pulling pointless at the door handle before she pulled him away from it and started to undress him, ignoring his now big, sad eyes and the threatening tears that he'd use to try and get out of bath time.

"In you get then." his mum said as the bath reached full and Matt was undressed. Matt didn't move so she picked him up and after a lot of struggling placed him into the bath. The instant he was in he bath he started splashing around and managed to soak his mum but she carried on with the task of getting him clean.

Once he was well and truly clean his mum lifted him out of the bath again and wrapped him in a towel.

"Wait here." she told him as she opened the door and left to go and get some clean clothes. Returning to the bathroom she dried Matt with the towel before getting him to put on his underwear and t-shirt. Before she could get him into his jeans he'd struggled out of her grip and bolted out of the room.

His mum followed after him, after dumping his dirty clothes and towel into the wash basket and took the jeans with her. She found him once again in the kitchen with the fridge door open. This time when she stepped around it and picked him up she found him to be grinning...and covered in chocolate spread.

"Ungry!" he announced cheerfully and she sighed. His face, hands and clean t-shirt were all coated in the chocolate spread.

"Looks like you need another bath.,” she muttered. Three-year-old Matt's really were a handful.