Twice this has happened to mommy. Well, to Milo but with mommy supervising. The first time mommy ran into the bedroom and suddenly Milo was yelling. In the tub was lots of, umm, poop stones, floating around. Milo was trying to run from them but was creating waves and the poop was headed his way. He literally lept into my arms so the poop wouldn't touch him.
Mommy: Why didn't you tell me you needed to poop.
Milo: I dunno know.
The second time Milo asked to go potty. Mommy pulled him out of the tub, dried him off, sat him on the toilet and waited. He pushed and pushed and said he didn't really have to go. So, mommy put him back in the tub. A second later KERPLUNK. Big 'ol poop hits the water. Mommy fished it out and flushed it down the toilet.
This is why daddy gives the baths.
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