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Showers have grown on the 'cool' scale every year for my son.

When it was bath time, the rubber ducks and boats and letters-that-stick-on-the-side were all the rage.

Now it's something we don't usually associate with when we get clean.

This morning after my son finished in the shower and it was my turn, I was greeted by at least 10 plastic Army guys. 

They were strategically positioned around a fort made of shampoo and soap bottles and all aimed at me.

Talk about intimidation.

Now if I could only think of a way to get him back...