You finish filling up the tub with warm soapy water. Satisfied that your job is done, you go to find the young filly that you are looking out for today. You find Twist napping on the sofa, but are afraid when you see that she slept in her glasses.
You quietly make your way over to the couch so as not to disturb her and possibly make her damage them. You gently remove them and softly wake Twist up. Twist raises herself to a sitting position and yawns adorably. You daww internally and tell her it’s time to wake up, not wanting to let her know about the bath yet.
You give her the glasses back and tell her that she will have to be more careful with them. She blushes in embarrassment, having only gotten glasses the week before and not knowing how to take care of them. You let her know it’s alright and scoop her up under your left arm.
Once back upstairs, you walk into the bathroom and shut the door with your free hand. Twist’s smile melts when she sees what’s happening, but it’s far too late now. You make your way over to the tub and slowly put her in to see if it’s too hot for her. It’s not too hot, so you take her glasses and place them on the bathroom sink.
Now that everything is in order, you get out the shampoo and squirt some into your palm, ready to begin. You couldn’t think of a good shampoo to wash her with since you can’t use your knowledge of the future and just use candy cane, so you use “sweet-as-sugar” shampoo. It smells, well, as sweet as sugar. You begin lathering it into the little filly’s mane, which only takes about thirty seconds.
Once the mane is fully lathered, you scoop up some warm bath water and pour it over her mane to begin the rinsing. It takes about twelve rinses, more than you were expecting, but you manage to get her mane completely rinsed. Now that it is both clean and wet, Twist’s normally fluffy hair is straight and drooping. She thinks it looks funny, and burst out giggling. You laugh at the sight of her laughing.
You now ask her to raise her tail so that you can wash it. She does and you squirt another palmful of shampoo into your hands and begin working it into the little filly’s tail. Since she has been sitting down her tail is already straight, which somehow makes scrubbing it slightly easier, so the tail only takes twenty seconds to lather. With that done, you scoop up some water and rinse out her tail, only taking eight rinses this time.
You then get out your bag of bath toys (and other bathing supplies) and hand Twist some toys to play with. She really seems to love them right from the beginning, and plays randomly with all of them. She seems to be enjoying herself, and as much as you love watching the cuteness unfold, there is something you need to do while she is occupied.
You get up and make your way over to the bathroom sink and pull something out of your travel bag that you normally wouldn’t even have packed: dishwashing detergent. You have never babysat anypony with glasses before, so you wanted to provide the extra service, no charge. Based on the research you did, you set out to properly clean the glasses.
You wash your hands before you start, just in case. You then take the glasses and run them under the hottest water that doesn’t burn your hands in the bathroom sink until they are thoroughly soaked on both sides of the glass. You then squirt a drop of the detergent on your finger and lather the lens on both sides.
You’ve never lathered glass before, but you’re used to being gentle when lathering anyway. Satisfied with the results, you put the glasses under the hot water again until the as clean and without streaks. Finally, you pull out a soft cotton cloth and very gently dry the glasses.
You are very proud of your work, but notice that the bathroom is deafly quite. You turn back to see that Twist is starring at you like you’re some kind of wizard. Her wide eyed amazed look is just too adorable for you and you just have to laugh. “I looked up the recommended way to wash glasses before coming here. I could show you later if you want.” Twist says nothing, but smiles ear to ear and nods.
You make a mental note to set aside some time later to teach Twist the trick, and resume your seat next to the tub. You assure her that it’s okay to resume playing now. Twist had nearly forgotten about playtime, and looked back down at the toys still floating in the tub. She reached over for the boat which had floated to the edge of the tub and move it through the water for a moment, but realized the fun was gone.
After she had taken an interest in what you were doing, she has consequently lost all interest in the toys, and it was no longer fun for her nor cute for you. “Oh well” you think to yourself, and you make another note that in the future you will let her play before you clean the glasses.
You reach into the tub from where you are sitting and unplug the bath. You pick twist up and set her on the bathmat, ready to dry her. You rub the towel around in her hair until it is dry. Upon removing the towel her hair is straight only for a moment before exploding into its normal curly state. And here you though Pinkie was the only one that did that. You repeat the process for the tail, and then the whole body, and Twist is finally dry.
You get up and open the door, telling Twist she can go play now. Twist makes it out the door, but turns back to you, as if asking if you’re coming. “Sorry Twist… I have to clean up the...,” but you can’t resist those little eyes that have always, and will always, be so eager to make friends.
“Ok, my chores can wait a while.”