Bath time is story time

I'm not sure how it happened, but bath time has become a time for telling stories to each other. Ryan wants to hear about when Nik and I were kids. Everyone takes turns. On Ryan's turn, he tells elaborate stories about going on walks with the cats in the woodland meeting up with bears and wolves and monsters. As you might imagine, there is also an occasional fire truck. And the occasional refusal to get out of the tub, because he will get too cold.