In fact, as I am typing this I realize that I haven't even shared my most recent O story. This is one to go down in the books.
One night I was juggling assisting E with her home reading and watching J do Star fall on the computer. Hubby was working and so O was left to his own devices. He's 4 now so you'd think he'd be able to play without supervision.
The only thing I can think set him off is that he wanted to go on the computer but his sister was already on it and I told him he'd have to wait. He didn't make a big fuss or anything, just went off into the living room. Twenty minutes later, E and I are almost done, J is off the computer and O comes back and goes on the computer. It's not until bedtime is approaching and I've shooed the kids off upstairs to get ready when J tells me that the floor is wet in the living room. ?!?! Okay, I said, clean it up please. All the time wondering what was up with that.
Then I went to go up stairs. Every step was a puddle of water. We're not talking drips, or small amounts of water from a spilled cup. We are talking a cupful of water at least... per... stair.
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