The nimble little creatures, still a bit wobbly as they ran, but as soon as one reached Gem Atkinson's side, they lay down by the lounge chair, planting a kiss on Gem's cheek first.
Gem 'ha ha' laughed and didn't mind his still-damp hair as he stood up, picked up Beas, sat him on his belly, and lay back down.
"Wash hair, wash Daddy's hair," Beas pointed in the direction of Eleanor Spencer Atkinson.
"Is our little darling offering to help?" Gem asked.
Beas nodded his head.
"Alright, Beas is going to help Daddy wash his hair too," saying this, Gem got up again and put Beas back down.
Eleanor Spencer pretended to wring her son's head, saying, "You've gotten yourself all wet."
"It's alright."
Then, Beas squatted to the side, his little hands cupping water from the basin, pouring it over Gem's head. Of course, he splashed haphazardly. Eleanor Spencer didn't get annoyed; she washed Gem's hair carefully and chatted meticulously with Beas.