On the heels of the previous post in which I basically called into question our commitment to cleanliness, I respectfully present Oscar and Edgar in the tub, a photograph, I have no doubt, that will lead to exasperated sighs and wringing of hands in about ten years. But that’s okay. It’s a small price to pay for the recording of something that brings the boys in to peaceful coexistence and cooperation for a blissful thirty minutes or more. This tub in particular saw the boys as sharks, rescuers of kings, and cleaners of sooty engines. Their imaginations soar and their fingernails get clean. It’s a winning combination!