I know I complained about the Munchkin fishing reel the other day, but I am grateful of one thing: It isn't a squirt toy.
Elliot now spends most of his bath time trying to fill his squirt toys with water so that he can soak Daddy.
The sad part is, I'm the one who showed him how to fill them with water. I feel like the CIA giving weapons and training to the Taliban in the 1980s.
When I grab a squirt toy and return fire, Elliot shrieks and flails around as if he's being tortured. Then he pauses for a moment and says, "More." (Well, more like, "Muh.")
The real danger is Elliot has begun to realize he has his own nozzle factory-installed.