“I won’t go to bed,” he had shouted, like one who still believed that he had the last word on the subject. “I won’t, I won’t. Nana, it isn’t six o’clock yet. Oh dear, oh dear, I shan’t love you any more, Nana. I tell you I won’t be bathed, I won’t, I won’t!”

             - Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie

In my days of adamantly trying to worm my way out of bath time, I wasn’t quite so articulate or comical, but there’s something settling in seeing such consistency in children.