Bath time had barely begun, yet Baby Yumi was already full of questions. With her soft little towel wrapped around her shoulders and her tiny feet dangling over the edge of the tub, she looked up with the cutest, most concerned expression. The warm water swirled around her, but instead of relaxing, she kept glancing at her caregiver as if needing reassurance every few seconds.
The moment a drop of water touched her tummy, Yumi’s big round eyes widened. She let out a tiny squeak and immediately asked—through her baby gestures, squeals, and expressive face—if bath time was already finished. Her eyebrows lifted, her mouth made the smallest “o” shape, and her hands trembled in anticipation. It was as if she couldn’t decide whether she liked the water or wanted to escape it forever.
Each time her caregiver rinsed her gently, Yumi leaned forward, checking the bucket, staring at the soap, then looking straight back with the same adorable question: “Are we done yet?” Even though she couldn’t speak with words, her expressions said everything. Her little shoulders tensed up, then relaxed, then tensed again. It was a cycle of uncertainty mixed with undeniable cuteness.
The funniest part was how she reacted to each step. When the warm water trickled down her back, she squirmed. When the shampoo bubbled on her tiny head, she froze dramatically like a statue. When the sponge touched her belly, she let out a high-pitched squeal that made everyone laugh. And in between every step, she continued checking—pausing her movements, staring deeply, and asking her silent but unmistakable question: “Finished?”
Her caregiver couldn’t help but giggle at the routine. To keep her calm, they explained every step in a soothing voice, showing her each bottle and tool like they were part of a big, important ritual. Yumi, of course, nodded seriously each time—only to ask again five seconds later.
Finally, after the last rinse, the last bubble, and the final splash, Yumi received the news she had been waiting for. Bath time was indeed finished. Instantly, her face lit up like sunshine breaking through clouds. She clapped her tiny hands, kicked her wet feet excitedly, and squealed with relief.
Wrapped in her warm towel, Yumi snuggled close, proud of surviving what she clearly considered a grand adventure. Her constant checking might have made the bath longer, but it also made it absolutely unforgettable—and impossibly adorable.