Please tell me that's not what I think it is...

The Husby has been a really great sport about taking on the chore of giving the kids a bath at night. This frees me up to clean the kitchen after dinner and prepare the necessary bottles and clothes for bedtime.

Well, last night, while bathing the kids, I hear the Husby yell from the bathroom, "Baby, come here...quick!" All that I can think is that one of my children is hurt, so I drop the broom and take off in a mad dash for the bathroom. As I round the corner, I see The Husby standing in front of the tub, holding StickyBun-Scotti in a towel, with a look of disgust on his face. When I ask him what's wrong, he simply replies, "Please tell me that's not what I think it is..."

As I enter the bathroom, I notice that The Fred is still sitting in the tub...she looks fine, but wait...what is that in the tub with her? Upon further inspection, I realize that their are several small little brown "things" in the tub. I look at The Fred and ask, "What is that?" The Fred replies, "It's mine!" Simultaneously, she reaches underwater, grabs a brown "thing," and pops it into her mouth. All I can say is, "AAAAAAHHHH!"

I grab The Fred and yank her out of the tub while The Husby just stands there with his mouth gaping. As I peer down into the water in horror, I notice the empty raisin box laying beside the tub. Aye-yie-yie!