Every time I tell Adrian that he needs to take a shower, there is much wailing and gnashing of teeth. “Do I have to? But I don’t want to! Can you sit near the bathroom so I have some company?”

And as soon as he is in the shower, it’s like a switch is thrown. A trickle of warm water and a washcloth and his own company keep him entertained for a long time. He sits on the heated floor and plays and just sort of talks to himself. Not an awful lot of actual showering goes on in there, I suspect, but he does get some water on all body parts, and the bottom gets a nice long soaking.