To love the bath or hate the bath?

I've gone through stretches of my life where I've loved bathing and stretches where I've hated bathing. I love playing with toys and dumping the water from one container into another, but the whole water thing is a bit beyond me.

For the last two weeks I decided to hate bathing. I enjoy walking over to the tub, watching it fill and getting it undressed. I really like sticking my hand under the tap while the water gushes out. I just don't want to get into the water. As soon as I get put into the water, I'll try climbing back out of the tub, or at a minimum stand at the edge of the tub calmly requesting az apam remove me from the tub.

Az apam just figured out that if he can get me to sit down in the tub and to play with toys before I realize I'm belly button-deep in water, we're all good. I won't even really complain when he washes my hair with this approach.