See my face?
That's my "Yeah, I did it. So whatta ya going do about it?" face.
And what I did was poop in the bath.
I had no choice. Mom decided it was time for us to get clean. I don't know why we can't stay dirty! That's the way we like it. So I showed her by leaving shartwork in the sink. Yes, the sink. That's where she gives us our baths. In 11 years I've never pooped in the bath but it was time. It was just one little plop. Nothing big or messy but it got my message across.
And that poop message was - no more baths. I don't think she's going to try getting us clean again any time soon.