As I stepped into the shower a couple of weeks ago it hit me, our bathroom was under occupation by the infamous "Babyland" dictatorship. I'd heard of these kinds of coups in the household before, filling perfectly beautiful rooms with all manner of retina-burning, plastic paraphernalia, and decided nothing short of a revolution was in order. I would need to pull-out the big guns - Egyptian cotton, organic lemons, the cheapest stool known to man and a clever frog. Victory was sweet, my friends. Showering serenity has been restored.