Bathing brothers

The night started out innocently enough. R was just hanging out and enjoying his bath...

I turned around to grab something from the counter, and the next thing you know, big brother decides he needs to get in on the action, clothes and all (he was "helping" me wash R)...

W wasn't particularly interested in getting out of the tub, so I got R cleaned up and out of there before W's help injured him. Then W decided he needed to take his bath in the baby tub.

I eventually got him to take his clothes and diaper off.

"What? I'm just enjoying my bath here, Mom."

Nope, he's not too big for that tub at all (and I'm kind of amazed that he fit the bottle of baby shampoo, the rinse cup, my pouf, and the faucet cover in there with him).