Last night as I was filling the tub Lula asked me to turn on music for a bath dance party. Naturally I agreed and left Lula sitting on the toilet reading good night steam train. Arthur was standing near the tub playing with some boats.
In the 50 seconds it took me to get downstairs and grab my phone Arthur fell in the tub. When I heard him crying I ran back up to see what was going on and the poor thing was standing in the tub soaking wet, trembling, and howling.
I scooped him up and asked/barked at Lula "what happened?" She replied, a little too cool for my taste, that she didn't know. Later we confirmed that she didn't see what happened because she was too busy reading. And she didn't try to help her brother because she was "stuck on the toilet."
She really lucked out when pat walked in the door because I was so mad I was prepared to forgo the bath all together and put her to bed for being a jerk. He talked me out of that and we all went downstairs after the bath to play. She made it about 15 minutes before she shoved Arthur for no reason and finally got the expedited bedtime I threatened earlier.
Here's hoping the take away from last nights debacle(s) was that you always look out for your brother. Even when you're sort of stuck on the toilet.
A second takeaway, more relevant to me than them, is they are still too little to leave near a full bathtub for even one minute.