This may not be apt for all audiences...

Juan and I bathe together nightly, well most nights that is, unless I am too tired or he is too tired, but on most nights it has become some what of a ceremony. Claudio starts the water, I begin undressing Juani, Claudio ends the undressing round, I undress and head to the bathroom, Claudio brings me our little spider monkey, and we play until we are wrinkled and relaxed. Then we yell for Claudio, who brings the warm towels, I hand the monkey back to Papi like a hot potato, take my time finishing my bath and by the time I arrive dressed and in the living room, Juani is dressed and crying for his night cap booby. Clockwork!
Well last night we had a little change of plans...
Everything was going smoothly until the "playing until we are wrinkled and relaxed" part came into play. It seems that Juan got a bit too relaxed before he got wrinkled...
We had our rubber ducky and dolphin and our color rings all floating about, when suddenly I saw something unrecognizable. I jumped slightly, thinking it was a cockroach or some other sort of amazon sized insect inhabits these parts of the humid Pampa, though as I scooped it into a cup I was not quite sure what it was, so I did what all good mothers do, I yelled for daddy!
As I was yelling for daddy, once, twice, three times, I grew nervous in my inspection, unable to identify the floating object. I lifted Juani up and out of the tub, only to see a long perfectly shaped turd floating like a tail behind him. My yelling for daddy grew in decibel level upon my discovery! Our nightly bath time had turned into toilet time! After flushing the turd, draining the bathtub, scouring it with bleach, waiting for the hot water heater to kick into gear, and finally filling the tub again, Juani and I were too tired to have too much fun in the tub, but we had a good laugh about it anyway.