All I know is that when Katie was done with her bath (which we do on the floor because there’s really no good/convenient spot to do it on a counter—and I can manage it by myself if I have to) Owen was standing there looking a bit longingly at the tub. I actually thought he might hop in fully clothed, so I asked if he wanted to get in. No, he didn’t. Then by the time I walked to the toy room to dress Katie, Tom yelled at me that my boy was in the tub!
Then…and now.
