OK, new term of the day.
Wife yells that she needs me interrupting the torture of the 4-0 Astros romp of the Rangers so far (but then again, if you can't beat the Rangers, who can you beat?) with a yell of "We've got a TUB POOPER!
Apparently the two girls were enjoying a bath together when Sadie decided it was time to take care of business.
Needless to say, Lucie was not amused.