Mary wanted a bath picture with the cousins, I was a little hesitant because Owen takes a bath in a toddler tub (read: Owen lays back in a huge plastic bathtub inside our bathtub, filled up to his neck with bubbles and gets sponged down while he relaxes. He occasionally plays with his ducky but would much rather just lay back, relax and be washed. SPOILED!) so he is a little fearful in a large tub. Clara Jane showed him just how its done, first you throw all of your fun toys in (including a turkey baster) which Owen enjoyed doing very much. Once they were in he stayed relatively still while cousin Clara crawled all over the tub, handing him different toys to play with and screeching with joy. Owen didn't say a single word or move a muscle. He mostly just stared at her.
Just as we were about to do a final rinse on both kiddos, Mary lifted Clare out and there they were...
THREE. HUGE. TURD-LOGS.
As they drifted over towards Owen, I scooped him up laughing hysterically. We took both kids to the other tub and they each got an individual re-bath to get the pooh off.
Moral of the story: Clara Jane you may have the upper hand now, but pooping on your cousin will be mildly (horrifically) embarrassing story when you are ages 16 and 17, respectively. And family NEVER forgets these things.
Chubbs McGee vs. Skinny No-Booty
Because who DOESN'T take a bath with a turkey baster?



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