The first kid comes up, a boy probably her age and definitely bigger than her. Emma grabs the shampoo bottle and squirts a big glob on his head. She scrubbed and scrubbed that little boy's hair, telling him to close his eyes when she dumped a cup of water over his head. When we were done she grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his arms and tried to pick up that little boy that was a head taller than herself. i took over then, lifted him out of the tub and brought him to his mom. When i turned around Emma was trying to carry the tub of dirty water all by herself to dump outside.
She kept working hard the entire time we were washing kids, scrubbing hair, washing faces. At one point she kicked off her flip flops because her feet were getting to wet. By the end, it looked like she needed a bath. Her hair was stuck to her face, the front of her shirt was all wet and her feet were slimy. And Emma ran off to play with the kids she had just washed, as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a seven year old not to be timid to wash the grimy feet of someone her own age. Maybe that should be the norm.
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