Septic Tank Sunday

So we were invited over to my friend Jake and Gavin's today. We call it Jake and Gavin's but there is also Liam. He is their little brother and he is three.

So today we were all playing in their basement - me, Jake, Gavin, Mae, Liam and Pax - when all of a sudden Pax and Liam had wandered off.

A little bit later Mae went up to ask Dad and Mom where Pax was and they got a little nervous and went looking around the house.

Dad heard some chatter upstairs so he went up and turned the corner into the bathroom to find Pax and Liam playing with some bath toys... no harm done, right?

Wrong. 

Now I know what you're thinking at this point... "Um, Dad, how about maybe stopping this whole escapade?" In Dad's defense, a couple things here: 1. Look at the sheer joy on his face in that last photo. Tough to put a stop to that level of fun. 2. After you've seen this kid eat already-been-chewed gum, gnaw on a slobbery dirty tennis ball that had come from a dog's mouth at the park and stuff dirty used cigarette butts in his mouth, some clean toilet water is worthy of a quick snapshot or 5 before calling off the dogs.