Bathtime Compromise

This child of mine is TOO much. 

Isaac knows he is not supposed to get out of the bathtub by himself. We've had this conversation MORE than once over the last three years. If I'm not there (usually six feet away sorting laundry in the hallway), he is to call "Mamma, all done!".  But for some strange reason, my smarty-pant son has decided that the only place he is going to implement the equally important 'no yelling' rule...is when he is in the bathtub. His compromise to the conflicting mandates is to:

• VERY carefully step out of the bubbly bath (I've snuck a peak in the mirror),
• Waddle down the hallway naked and covered in bubbles,
• Gently tap me on the hip
• Softly say "Ahba, AH-da" (Mamma, all done)
• Then RUN back to the bathroom (soap dripping from his perfect little tooshie) 
• Hop back into the tub
• Wait patiently until I appear (4 nanoseconds later) and ask ignorantly "Isaac, are you all done?"
• "Um...Yes"

I laugh the entire time I am wrapping him up in his Elmo bath towel.  This kid.  I tell ya.