That's Kinda Hard To Do

Will had one of those character washcloths that you soak in the sink and they expand. They start out in the shape of a little square or whatever, and as they soak and grow you can see what the picture is going to be. He was driving me crazy to do it the other morning, but I was trying to finish up breakfast. I told him to wait and I would help him in a minute.

A second later he comes into the living room with a dripping wet washcloth. Water has been dripped from the bathroom all the way through the house. I shouldn't be surprised, yet for some odd reason I am. I send him back to the bathroom to put it back in the sink.

Not two minutes later I go in there to find him with the rag once again, not in the sink but draped over the five toilet paper rolls he has removed from the basket. We now have a wet floor, wet towel, and several wet rolls of toilet paper. I say something to the effect of:

"I don't even know what to say to you right now. I'm just gonna walk out of here and when I come back in here in a few minutes I want to see this mess gone and the rag in the sink, OK?"

Will: no response

I then leave and piddle in the kitchen for a few minutes. He comes back in. The following dialogue is a pretty good play by play of what actually took place:

Me: "Will, I'm going back in the bathroom to see if you got that mess cleaned up."

Will: "Well, that's gonna be kinda hard to do."

Me: "Why would that be hard to do?"

Will: "Cause I locked the door. You can't get in there."

Sure enough he locked the door and shut it from the outside, in effect locking us all out of the only downstairs bathroom. There was no key to be found, so I had to then wait for Mel to get home and pick the lock.

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More to come on Hannah's first day of 1st grade, some of the 157 pictures that need to be downloaded from my camera, and who knows what else.