My Little Archimedes

During almost every bath, Julia attempts to lift herself up. She loops her arms under her legs, hands behind knees, and pulls up, groaning "Upp!" and looking at me with perplexed amusement. I can just see here cerebral gears turning as she thinks, "WTF? This works with the toy basket, books, and pillows. Even the cat! Why not now?"

When she gives up, after two attempts or ten, she tells me solemnly, "Heavy!" I'm like, "Right-o, Archimedes."