I have my own personal assistant.

I am very lucky.  I have an assistant that wants to help me with everything.  From doing the dishes, to making peanut butter and jelly, to giving baths or taking a shower.

My assistant?  That would be PJ.

Last night, I said, "PJ, let's go give Maggie a bath!"

He ran to her room.  Stood anxiously waiting for me to undress her, and then promptly deposited the clothes in her hamper.

Then he ran to the bathroom, where he threw some toys in the tub, and turned on the water (on cold, of course, so I had to adjust).

He got the shampoo out from under the sink.  Got his cup and started pouring water on her hair. 

Allowed me to wash.

Starting pouring water to rinse the shampoo out.

Got me her washcloth, attempted to put soap on, thought better of it, and let me do it.

Proceeded to rinse her off.

When I said "all done!" he leaned in and pulled the stopper out to drain the water and handed me a towel.

He opened the door and ran into the living room, his job complete.

Life is good, being mommy's helper.