My children suffer from an oblique form of amnesia.
It strikes quickly.
It renders them helpless to complete small tasks.
When the amnesia hits, taking shirts off before a bath
becomes a Helen Keller-like task for them.
They act bewildered, running their little fingers over the fabric
as if they have never felt such a thing before.
They bob aimlessly about, rubber ducks in a carnival trough.
Someone walks into a wall, surprised at it's density and matter.
The amnesia has hit.
The world is strange and unfamiliar.
Words float over their heads.
The everyday has spun into a mystery.
For the love of God, please just get in the bath you knuckleheads.