I should've KNOWN there was a reason why I was having an uninterrupted phone conversation. I thought that maybe all of my implorations to please-not-talk-to-me-on-the-phone-unless-there-is-an-emergency (the definition of emergency being blood or vomit) were finally paying off. To the boys' credit, I did actually finish the conversation. Also, miraculously, the scene of the crime was a tile floor, and not carpet.
Why, yes, that is a dis-assembled Hungry, Hungry Hippos game in his hand and in the background. Apparently, the game was too large to fit in the makeshift "tub" in its entirety.