Rub-a-Dub-Dub*

So we have this green tub in the playroom that is supposed to be full of stuffed animals, but one of the things that Margaret (and, indeed, now Ellie) glories in is taking all of the animals out of the tub and throwing them across the room willy-nilly.

So usually we have a tub on its side, and a lot of stuffed toys strewn about.

And this was the case last week, when a wandering Ellie crawled into the tub.

Now I have a lot of good qualities, but it was not possible for me to resist turning the tub right-side up with Ellie inside it, because I have a well-documented addiction to putting babies in things.

And then Margaret got in on the action.

Because – and I want you all to be honest now – if your baby sister was in a tub, would you be able to resist the urge to cover her with stuffed animals?

I didn’t think so.

Ellie didn’t think much of it, actually, and tried to pitch some out.

But Margaret was not to be resisted.  Luckily, Ellie found an animal of which she is particularly fond.

And chewed philosophically on its tail.

And then she and Margaret snuggled.

And then Margaret decided to rock the boat; Ellie was perturbed.  And so was I.  I put down the camera to do some parenting, and so this is the last picture in this series.

*This title is grossly misleading, as there are no men in tubs, and only one of the thing that is in a tub, unless you count the other thing, in which case it is still misleading, because there is a lot more than three.