We rented "The Abyss" to watch, as Justin hadn't seen it yet. The first half of the movie we were all very distracted by the girls, who had no intention of sitting quietly to let us watch. However, about 3/4 of the way through the movie, we realized that the house had become verrrry quiet ... any parent knows that this is a sure sign of trouble. We stopped the movie and listened ... nothing. As one, we all jumped off the sofa and split up to search the apartment. It didn't take long for K to realize that both doors leading into the bathroom were locked. He called me over as he was unlocking the door. Taking a deep breath, we stepped inside. Well ... slid inside. My new bottle of baby oil was apparently emptied onto Layla's head. What didn't stay in her hair was soaking the carpet, pooling on the tiles, and making everything she had taken from the bathroom cabinet (nothing dangerous Mom, don't panic) very slippery. An entire roll of toilet paper had been flushed, along with poor Po (one of the Teletubbies.) Mina assured us that they only flushed a bit at a time, so it wouldn't overflow, and I wasn't to worry. Meanwhile the potty was currently filled to the brim with colorful floating bath toys. Needless to say, it was at least an hour before we got back to the movie, after putting the girls to bed and making mental notes not to get engrossed in movies while they were awake in the future.