One of my friends in Murray wrote on her blog about her kids and bath time. It reminded me of when I was little and had to take a bath with my sister, who is five years younger that me, and my brother, who is six years younger than me. I was probably about 7 years old.
Everything would be fine. I would be in the front because the water was the deepest there. Amy would be behind me and then Steve was in the back. Playing and washing until the little brown circular POOP would come floating up from the back of the tub!!!! Steve had pooped!!!!! Amy and I would jump out screaming and Steve would stay in the bath, all alone, smiling, with the poop.
Oh, the memories.