Matthew's pretty good with baths these days. I mean, he can be trusted to be left alone a little as I do small chores upstairs while he is playing. A couple of weeks ago, I heard this horrible scream while I was folding some clothes in the laundry room. I ran into the bathroom scared at what I would see. Matthew was in a panic, shouting, "I thwoed my fwoggy in the potty! Ewwwwwww!"
Here's what he normally looks like.

