Today, after an exhausting lunch outing and finally getting Ryan down for a nap (or so I thought), I asked Brendan to entertain his sister while I took a quick break (aka check my email). I know this may qualify me as a selfish mother by some people's standards today, but it's necessary to keep the sanity.
I'm happily typing a reply to who-knows when I hear Brendan laughing. Ah, how sweet, I think. He's having fun with Kelsey. A few seconds later, I realize that I also hear splashing water. I didn't hear the faucet turn on, I say to myself. Did he fill the sink or, what in the world?
Then it all becomes clear. I run to the bathroom to find Brendan watching Kelsey splash away in the toilet. Her shirt is soaked and she has water down her arms, on her stomach and all over her face. My first thought was, please tell me that the boys actually flushed the last time they used the toilet. Thankfully, they had. Still, I detected an undesirable odor and kept thinking something was wrong. Again, thankfully, that was contained in Kelsey's diaper.
Needless to say, Kelsey was stripped immediately and thrown into the bathtub for a complete cleansing.
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