Curiosity got the kid all wet

Kells has become fascinated with the bath tub/shower. He tottled into the bathroom the other morning and attempted to climb into the bath tub. It wasn't a successful attempt because our bath tub is a very high tub. He got stuck. I ran into the bathroom to his wails and find him suspended on the tub like an out of practice and no longer limber ballerina trying to do bar activities. He was not as amused as I was.
Two days ago I started the shower to take one and he decided he would like to get in as well. Well, I thought that's what he was saying as he screamed outside the tub and looked at me while holding the curtain open, letting the water flood my bathroom. I stripped him down and brought him in to find that he decided that was worse than standing outside the tub and continued to shriek in my ear. Setting him down was not an option because the water would splash him in the face, causing him to reach yet another octave I was unaware he was capable of. We suffered through the shower. I didn't get my cleaning done however.
This morning he walked into the bathroom when I was already in the shower and threw back the curtain, looked up at me and began screaming. Oh no! I was not falling for that bit again. I let him holler at me while I washed up. He found some amusement in throwing his rubber ducky onto the floor of the bath tub but then was not so amused when he realized he couldn't play with it anymore. As I'm rinsing my shampoo I hear a thud. I get the soap out of my eyes and see my son, fully clothed, standing on his hands with his body leaning out of the tub. He is trying to get his rubber ducky. He's not screaming, yelling, or crying. He's just in that position like he's trying to figure out how to get out of it. It was great. I, of course, helped him get upright and by the time my shower was done he was pretty well soaked but the screaming had stopped.