Bath Time Horrors

Jack and I hit a streak of bad luck lately when it comes to bath time. Monday night I got his tub filled up and got him undressed and stuck him in the water. Unfortunately, I hadn't checked the diaper very well, so when he started wiggling around and playing with his toys, there were suddenly intruders. You've heard of "Snakes on a Plane?" Well that's nothing compared to how scary "Turds in the Tub" is. I got him out, cleaned everything up and started the bath all over again with no problems.

So fast forward to the next night. I was really tired from going to the gym and hitting 10k steps the day before, but I got his bath ready and this time got him undressed in his room, carefully checking for unwanted guests. I put him in the tub then sat on the commode next to it and tried to stay awake so he could play for a while. Since I was nearly incoherent at that point, it took a while for it to dawn on me that he had just leaned over in the tub, looked up at me, and grunted, along with the tell-tale vein popping out of his forehead. Sure enough, a few seconds later the floaters came around the breakwater and made it out into the shipping lanes where they proceeded to terrorize the hippo boat that Jack likes to play with.

This time I had to clean it up by myself, so I dried him off a little and put him down on the carpet in his room to crawl around naked, which he seemed to enjoy.