It's about to get real up in here.
Sometimes, after you have a baby, there are certain bodily functions which fail to operate in an efficient manner. Luckily I narrowly escaped the need of artificial assistance in that area after Logan was born, but we did have supplies on hand in case of emergency. These supplies, along with feminine products I'm not currently using, are now stored under my sink. A sink that Logan loves to rummage through looking for things to peak his interest while I shower.
And this is how I found Logan gleefully sitting in a sea of tampons squeezing an enema fountain out of his new favorite "watee" bottle.
There are no pictures. Sorry/you're welcome.