AN: Greetings and salutations! I've finally got around to writing another Loud House fic, and it's about the events surrounding the photo of Lincoln and Lynn taking a bath in "The Whole Picture". Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Loud House.

"Touchdown!" Lynn Loud cheered as she finished running the length of the backyard. The three-and-a-half-year-old girl was very into sports of all kinds, and she really wanted to be a real athlete someday. Her parents said she was too little for organized sports, though, so for the time being she had to make do with playing in the backyard. Here, she could imagine herself as being anything she wanted, and today she was imagining herself as a star NFL running back. She had been told before girls didn't play football, but why not? She could be just as tough and strong as the boys.

Lynn was so engrossed in her play she hadn't noticed how muddy the backyard was. There had been a rain shower recently, and during her fantasy sequence she had gotten quite dirty. She never minded getting muddy and dirty, but her mother sure did. And as it happened, Rita Loud chose just that moment to come out and check on her. When she saw her daughter covered in mud, she let out a gasp.

"Lynn, what happened? You're a mess!"

"Just practicing football. I wanna be the first girl in the NFL."

"Well, even NFL players have to wash up. You're coming right inside and taking a bath." Rita came right over to her daughter and picked her up. "Actually, you could really help out. It's time for Lincoln's bath too and maybe you could keep him distracted."

Lynn knew exactly what her mother was talking about. Her baby brother Lincoln didn't like baths and could get very fussy during bath time. She wasn't exactly thrilled about having to stop playing in the yard, but she did love Lincoln and enjoyed spending time with him. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

"Okay, Mama. I guess I'll help."

"That's a good girl." Rita carried her daughter to the bathroom and set her down. "Stay here while I get Lincoln" she instructed as she walked across the hallway to the nursery. Lynn didn't like waiting, but she knew she had an important job and tried to wait patiently. It wasn't long before her mother came to the bathroom with Lincoln in tow, and once he saw where he was he started to cry.

"Sweetie, it's okay," Rita tried to soothe him. "See Lynn? She's here for her bath, too! There's nothing wrong at all."

"No! No baff!" the eighteen-month-old protested. "No dain!"

Lynn did a double-take at Lincoln's mention of "dain". What did that mean?

With a sigh, Rita headed towards the bathtub and turned on the water. Soon enough, the bathtub was filled and, despite his protests, Lincoln's clothes were removed.

"Lynn, go ahead and get in the tub. Maybe that'll calm him down a bit."

Lynn followed her mother's instructions and got in. As she did, Lincoln's eyes widened and reached for her. "Dain no Wynn!" he cried out. "Dain no Wynn!"

Drain! He means drain! Lynn suddenly realized. Lincoln was fighting so much because he was afraid of the bathtub drain. He thought he could get sucked down, and was now upset because he thought that would happen to her. Getting a flash of inspiration, and before her mother could stop her, Lynn pulled the plug.

"Watch this, Linc!" she told him.

Rita initially looked confused, but a large smile came over her face as she realized what Lincoln was afraid of and what her daughter was doing. For his part, Lincoln watched in horror—that turned to confusion, and then to joy, as he observed that his sister did not go down the drain.

"See? There's nothing to be scared of!" she told him triumphantly.

Lincoln cheered and smiled happily. "Wynn bave!" he declared. He wriggled out of his mother's arms and toddled to the now-empty bathtub, getting in on his own. He had clearly lost any fear of the bathtub and was ready to have his own bath.

Rita was starting to tear up. "Lynn, that was wonderful! I can't believe I never thought of that!" Filled with motherly pride at her daughter, she picked her up and gave her a hug. "Now, let's get to actually taking our baths, okay?"

Rita refilled the tub, and proceeded to wash both her kids. As it happened, she had her cell phone with her and was able to snap a picture of Lynn flexing her arms for Lincoln as he watched with awe. It perfectly encapsulated what had happened, and while neither child remembered the bath that day Rita knew she would always remember it. Her kids always loved and supported each other, and there was no better feeling as a mom.