Coco, a three-year-old with curly blonde hair, clutches his favorite towel tightly. "Mom, will I get sucked down the drain?" he asks, his voice a whisper of concern.
Rachel, Coco's mom, kneels beside him with a reassuring smile. "No, sweetheart, you won't. Look, I have something special to keep you safe," she says, placing a bright yellow plastic laundry basket into the tub.
Coco steps into the tub and sits in the basket, eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'm Captain Coco, the bravest pirate on the seven seas!" he declares, gripping an invisible sword.
Rachel watches, her heart swelling with joy at his newfound courage. "Aye, Captain! Set sail for adventure!" she encourages, splashing water gently around him.
Coco bounces in his seat, mimicking the hum of an engine. "Vroom, vroom! I'm a farmer now, growing the best crops!" he shouts, his giggles echoing in the bathroom.
Rachel laughs along, pretending to scatter seeds. "Let's plant an orchard, Coco!" she suggests, as the bubbles swirl around them like fallen blossoms.
Coco peers over the side of his basket, eyes wide with wonder. "I'm a scuba diver, discovering hidden treasures!" he proclaims, reaching out to catch a bubble.
Rachel pretends to be a mermaid, swimming gracefully by his side. "Look, there's a school of fish! Let's follow them," she says, creating gentle waves with her hands.
Rachel gently lifts Coco from the tub, wrapping him in a fluffy towel. "Did you have fun, my little explorer?" she asks, brushing damp curls from his forehead.
Coco nods enthusiastically, his eyes bright with happiness. "The best bath ever, Mom! Can we do it again tomorrow?" he pleads, already dreaming of new adventures.
Rachel smiles, tucking Coco into bed. "Of course, my love. Tomorrow, we'll have even more adventures," she promises, planting a kiss on his forehead.
Coco snuggles under his blanket, eyes fluttering shut. "Goodnight, Captain Coco," he whispers to himself, drifting into a sea of dreams filled with pirates, tractors, and ocean wonders.
