Lyla was demanding to see videos starring various Sesame Street characters. I think we're slowly rotting her brain.
On another topic, years ago I stood on a continental divide and peed, expecting the stream to hit the ground and immediately form two rivers flowing in opposite directions. Instead the dirt just sucked it all up, and it became a major childhood disappointment.
Consequently, on bath nights I enjoy dumping cups of water over the pointiest part of Lyla's head and watching it flow over her face, ears, and hair. "It's raining!" I say as Lyla tries to stand up in the tub and get away. Julie still contends that the proper bathing technique involves holding Lyla's hair back and carefully drizzle-dripping water on her while avoiding her face at all costs. I think that's a tad overprotective and, more importantly, no fun at all.
Plus, dumping water on Lyla's head might stimulate parts of her brain previous dulled by Elmo.
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