It had been a while since I'd bathed him so it was fun having to remember his bathing habits.
After taking care of All. Of. That. Hair. and getting the "may doughs" (tomatoes) out of his ears, we rinse him off and I wrap his hair up to dry. "It's a genie hat!!" Then I'll wrap him up in his towel and heave all of his 40 something pounds of boy out of the tub. Squirmy.
Because it is impossible to do anything the easy and direct way when you're four, Junior insists on standing on his stool to be dried off. Whatever, it's forward progress and even though I am annoyed, I'll allow it.
I playfully pat his brown little face, rub down the left arm and then the right. A quick shimmy along his belly and back and it's time to work on the lower limbs. Junior sticks out an arm to lean against the wall and I grab a foot to squeeze out his toes, up his calf and as I dry the top of his thigh he always yells out
"DON'T FORGET THE UNDERLEG!!"
Please view this anatomy chart:
I don't see the Underleg labeled, do you?