It was a typical morning. We woke up, had some breakfast and watched some toons. Knowing that we were going to head out to the movies to see Horton Hears a Who, I decided we should clean up. So, I started a bath for the bug. She always has a bunch of toys in there with her and just recently, has started “swimming” in the tub. She’ll lay down on her belly and proclaim, “Mama, I’m swimming!” To which I reply, “That’s great, baby!” Honestly though, I’m really proud of her for being brave enough to have her face that close to the water, without me right by her side. Generally, I draw her bath and put her in and then sit out in the hallway, where I can see her. I’ll do some never-ending laundry or start a blog post while we listen to The Veggie Tales or The Terrible Twos (our preferred bath-time music).

As I was going about my business outside of the bathroom door…

I ask, “Baby, how’s your bath going?”

I notice a peculiar look on the bug’s face, as she’s kneeling in the water, facing the doorway. She didn’t answer.

“Ohhh…are you peeing?” I asked. No answer. Just the look of concentration written all over her little face.

“OOOOOhhhhhh noooooo, are you POOPING?” I asked, eyebrows raising. “You’re pooping.” I said matter-of-factly. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re pooping in the tub.” I stated as I walked toward her.

I’ll just tell you that there were more than just toys floating in the water.