I did this comic a while ago, and I could have sworn I had already posted it. I guess I didn’t. You know how I know I did it a while ago? I’ve given up and started bringing my son in the shower with me. I got sick of hopping out, covered in soap, and chasing him because he wanted to touch the plunger. Or the toilet. Or daddy’s razor. Or whatever. He seems to really enjoy playing in the shower, and as long as I don’t trip and break my neck on one of his assorted rubber ducks that now occupy my shower, I’ll stay happy too.