Elena is at the point now that I often leave her to bathe by herself because she likes to do her own thing. I generally hang out nearby in case she needs something, like the emergency towel when she suddenly becomes hypothermic.
She has taken to singing to herself while in the bathtub. For the past two nights, she has been singing the following song over and over again.
Old McDonald had a farm, E-I E-I E-O,
On that farm he had poop,
Here a poop, there a pee, here a poop, there a pee, here a poop, POOP! E-O
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