Growy and the Bubble Hands

Hi, little one. You have been digging in the garden with Growy, and look at your hands. They are covered in brown, crumbly dirt. Growy wiggles two muddy paws and grins, 'Time for the sink.'

You turn the tap and warm water runs over your fingers. Growy hurries and squirts a big blob of soap right onto its own nose. 'Oops!' You giggle and help. 'Rub it into lots of bubbles,' Growy says, 'over the top, underneath, and in between every finger.' The bubbles feel slippery and soft.

You scrub while Growy hums a little washing song, just long enough to count slowly to twenty. And look! Each bubble holds a tiny rainbow, and one big bubble floats up, up, and pops with a soft rainbow wink. The dirt swirls away down the drain.

You rinse, and your hands come out clean and warm and smelling of soap. Growy claps and says, 'Warm water and bubbles wash the tiny troublemakers away.' You wiggle your clean fingers proudly.

Now your hands are ready for a snack, and you did it all by yourself. Growy claps and asks, 'So, little one... did we grow a little today?' You did. 'Here is your little grow for tomorrow,' says Growy. 'Next time you wash, make a mountain of bubbles and count them all the way to twenty.' See you tomorrow, little one.