Gunna wash that Bob right outta my hair

I don't think anyone ever expects to be greeted by the little square yellow figure, but alas, CMH and I have been graced by his presence.  I don't know whether it was mom or dad because they both used our bathroom while they were up here, but one of them put him in our shower where he rested in suspense for the next morning to approach.  CMH found him as he was grabbing the shampoo bottle to lather up.  Such horror having one of the greatest private rituals of the day be intruded by a peeping "Bob".

So we have Spongebob for the time being, but it won't last.  For all of those headed to Grandma's in the near future, beware....

Merry Christmas from the three of us... ;-)