Yesterday I came home from a disappointing garage sale expedition to find Brad sitting on the couch watching a movie.
"The kids have been upstairs playing together quietly for the past half an hour," he tells me proudly.
I didn't say much, so he assured me that all the doors were closed, "so there was nothing that they could have gotten into."
I called to them, but while they were excited that I was home, they wouldn't come downstairs. Finally, Nick came down and I immediately noticed that he was soaking wet. On my way up the stairs I met Catie, who was also wet.
They had pulled the tank off the humidifier and were happily splashing in the water.
Daddy learned an important lesson:
Two year-olds + playing quietly = a BIG MESS!