Thomas laughed, grabbing another handful of foam and holding it up to Emma's face.
A little splash landed on her neck. She paused for a moment, thankful that her wound was unharmed. Looking at Thomas, she shook her head and said, "Mom can't keep blowing anymore, I'll get tired."
Thomas nodded and started playing by himself. Emma checked the water temperature and said to him, "Alright, it's time for your bath before the water gets cold."
"Okay," Thomas nodded, moving closer to Emma.
Emma picked up the shower sponge and started gently scrubbing Thomas from head to toe. When she reached his waist, he giggled and tried to dodge her touch.
Seeing her son laugh, Emma also smiled and said, "Tommy, don't hide, stay still." Her words carried a hint of warning and threat, but she was just teasing him.
Trying hard to suppress his laughter, Thomas slowly moved back to Emma's side. Unable to resist, Emma burst into laughter, and mother and son started giggling together.
