So it's been a big deal (like most kids) to get Will to get his head wet. Water pouring in the eyes, potential soap catastrophes, etc. all lead the sane individual to rue the days Mom makes you wash your hair. So the other day, I'm at the computer, and Will is "I wash dishes" (AGAIN - he's been 'learning' how for a week or two now) at the sink. I look over, and he had this huge grin on his face, and water pouring all down him. So much for fear.
