So it finally happened, you pooped in the bathtub.  Your mother has been hoping and praying for this day. (I have not! I said I’m just waiting for it to happen because it’s bound to happen sooner or later!)

I saw a little fart bubble, and then you said poopy.  I didn’t think anything of it, and the next thing I knew there were floaters in the tub.  Ew.

Thanks, buddy.