Anna laughed, lifting the cup out of the tub where she'd dumped it. She filled it with water and tipped his head back. "Close your eyes, love. I'm going to wash your hair." He probably didn't want to, because kids never wanted to get their hair washed. But she needed to. He needed a bath.
"What kind of ship do you want to captain?" Dumping the water over his head slowly, Anna made sure to wipe it back to keep it out of his eyes while she soaked his hair. She really hoped he wasn't any more squirmy than Castiel. She knew some kids were really hard to wash.