Green Army Grenade

Last night as I am bathing the boys in the bathtub. Preston is sitting in his little bath seat singing da dad and having fun. I turned to reach for the soap and he got quiet all of a sudden. I didn't think about it at all because Trey was talking and playing with his cars, balls, toys etc while in the bathtub too. When I finally looked at Preston (15 seconds later) he had dropped a magic "green army grenade" in the form of poop in the bath. Luckily it all clung to the bath seat so I didn't have to evacuate everyone out of the tub immediately. Trey helped me out and reprimanded Preston by telling him "Preston that's a no no. Poo poo in the potty not the bathtub. I'm going to pop the bottom!"

Thanks Trey!