BUT, when it's daddy's turn for the regiment, madness breaks loose.
When I dump a scant amount of bubble soap, dad pours in about a cup...no exaggeration there.
When I put about three inches of water in the tub for fear of someone slipping and drowning, dad fills up the tub to the very. tip. top.
Does this look like the face of a boy who would protest the insane amount of bubbles and water? No siree, not this little fish.
"Ok, this is more fun than I can handle, these bubbles are making me claustrophobic..."