It wasn't even going that badly before the pipes exploded.

Annabeth had expected Charlie to be more difficult to bath than Selena had been. Of course that would make sense, since he favored Poseidon and all, but she had never expected this.

Charlie had been flailing around from the get go. He had then proceeded to start shooting up spurts of water with his mind. His mother was at the end of her rope. How could a little baby be so frikin' destructive?

"Percy!" Annabeth screamed, soaking wet. "Get in here RIGHT NOW!"

This was the wrong thing to do. Charlie was startled by the loud voice and began to cry. His loud wail seemed to be making the walls vibrate, but Annabeth would soon learn that the shaking was due to something else entirely.

Plaster flew everywhere as water exploded out of the pipes. Annabeth could remember Percy doing that on his first day at Camp Half Blood, but he'd been twelve at the time, and a direct descendant of Poseidon to boot! Simple logic, as well as seeing how much of a failure that doofus Octavian had been back in the day, told Annabeth that legacies of the gods should have, in theory, been much less powerful than a normal demigod.

"What's going on in-Oh, crap!"

Percy stopped as soon as he walked into the bathroom and looked around. He seemed weirdly calm as he surveyed the scene critically.

Who are you and what have you done with my husband? Annabeth wondered.

"He forgot," Percy mumbled. Before his wife could as what he meant, he was taking out a golden Drachma and tossing it through the spraying water.

"Hey, Fleecy, if you've taken over Iris's job by now, could you give me a hand and connect me with my dad?"

A "thumbs up" juts out briefly through the mist, then the image wavers. An image of Poseidon flickers to life, and...No, oh, ew, no!

The sea god was in the Mount Olympus Private Men's Room, the one reserved for gods only. Annabeth knows this because the summer after the Titan War, Thalia had helped her get her mind off of Percy's disappearance by taking her to Mount Olympus late one night to egg Zeus's favorite bathroom. And even though the room had been cleansed since the prank, a different, much more horrifying sight awaited the eyes of the demigods.

"AHH!" Percy screamed.

"What? GAHH!" returned Poseidon as he noticed his son and his daughter-in-law. He cowered behind the dividing wall of the urinal. "Percy, what are you doing!?"

"Ah! Dad, I-AH!"

"Why would you call me in the bathroom?"

"Why would an immortal god need to go to the bathroom?"

"It relieves tension!"

"But-"

"Hey!"

Both head swiveled toward Annabeth, who was wrestling to get Johnson and Johnson's No More Tears shampoo onto Charlie's head. She couldn't even get close enough to touch her baby without getting spurted in the face with pipe water.

"Help me!" she screamed.

Poseidon snapped his fingers and the Iris message went blank. Then he was in the Jackson's bathroom-fully dressed this time, with thanks to every power of Olympus-and the blasts of water stopped in midair. Water flew back into the pipes, which repaired themselves. Charlie gurgled happily as the water he'd shot out of the tub was returned.

"I seem to have forgotten to give my grandson the gift of patet levitate, or in English, clear-headedness. I gave it to Percy when he was born to control his powers so he wouldn't go crazy and, you know, do this. Still, that is no excuse to have interrupted me in what was supposed to be a safe place. You two have not seen the last of me."

"Um, sorry. And, uh, thanks Dad."

"Shut up, Percy."

Annabeth just shook her head as the two had some sort of weird silent stare-down. It seemed like all family gatherings ended this way now.

"Well, Charlie," she said. "I think you're clean enough for one day. Let's leave Daddy and Grandpa to their weirdness."

And so Annabeth took her child and left her husband and her father-in-law to..."bond." The end.