Dropping the kids off at the wrong pool

It is official. All three kids have now pooped in the tub as babes.

I remember the night Calvin did it in the tub of our second duplex in Dallas. I even called my parents (while cackling my head off) and told them about it. They especially appreciated the story since they were eating dinner with friends at some swanky place in Panama City Beach.

There have been 3 (4?) times in the past week where she gives us a grunt or shift or something, but before we can get her out...MAN OVERBOARD!