Deja Vu

It was too good to be true. Noah hadn't pooped in the bathtub in months and I was confident he had gotten over this phase. Every once in a while I would do my usual sales pitch to Sophie in hopes that she would change her mind and allow her brother to bathe with her again. Every single time she would answer with an adamant "NO" and have this scared look on her face. I dropped it. I let it go. I gave up. And then the day came.....who knows what hit Sophie on the head, but she casually said Noah can join her in the tub because she wanted to share her toys with him and play. What???? Could it be??? I practically tackled Noah, ripped his diaper off, and placed him in the tub. Oh my, it was bliss. The next couple of nights were great. Bathtime was cut in half; my evenings felt so open.....until the third night. Oh yes...Noah, after months of not pooping in the bathtub, did the deed yet again! Sophie remained calmed, quickly exited the tub, and remained in a towel until I was able to clean up the dirty mess.

Needless to say, we quickly reverted to separate baths. It's been two days since the incident and I can barely recall that blissful feeling.....