Lucas helps out

Didn't get a picture of this one, but I think it will forever be etched in my mind.

Yesterday when Lucas had completed his "I don't want dinner...I want to play" tantrum, he came out of his room and walked obediently to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Chris and I smiled and shared a moment parental pride over this new found independence. The other night he had gone to the potty by himself without waking us up. And he was washing his hands without our help during the day. We went to the dinner table to get our plates ready while Lucas finished up in the bathroom.

Pride cometh before the fall. I noticed that Lucas had been in the bathroom for quite a while. And then I heard a tinkling noise that I couldn't quite place.

The door was locked and my quick search for a skeleton key added to the anticipation. When I opened the door, this is what I found.

My normally orderly child was standing on his step-up stool in a dark room. His flashlight on the counter illuminated the waterfall that was flowing from the sink to a puddle on the floor. He was drenched. And one of his Toy Story slippers was floating like a boat in the miniature infinity pool he had created.

I quietly called Chris and we had to cover the smiles on our faces. Then Lucas offered his matter-of-fact explanation...

"I'm washing my slipper!"