The other night, I could not get Lola to leave the bathtub.
I offered popcicles.
I presented books.
I promised a new princess dress.
I threatened to take away the popcicles, books and old princess dresses.
But to no avail.
Finally, she'd had enough.
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, furrowed her brow and barked,
"MOM! You're killing me insane."
I have no idea what that means, but it scared me away.
Apparently laying on the floor of an empty bathtub is just necessary when you have a mother who kills you insane.