Who's to blame?

Today we went to my cousin's pool party. They just shut down the kid's pool as we arrived. I guess some kid had an accident (in his pants) while swimming. But we had a good time anyway after all they had chocolate cake and cool presents.

Tonight when Dad was putting Bubba to bed, Dad asked:
Did you have a good time at the party?

Bubba: Yeah! But we couldn't swim in the kid pool?

Dad: Yeah. Because it was closed.

(pause)

Bubba: (Uncle) Matt pooped in the pool?

Dad: No, it wasn't Uncle Matt, it was some other kid whom we don't know that had the accident.

Bubba: It was Uncle Brett.

Dad: (uncontrollable laughter)


Bubba at a previous pool party. The water was good that day.