Just like the email...

About two weeks ago I received a funny email and passed it on to a few friends. This Saturday I lived my own version of it and haven't stopped shuddering since. Here goes nothing.

On Saturday morning the kids woke up early - around 5:30 a.m. Early for a Saturday and even earlier when neither Jay nor I got a good night's sleep (to be explained later). I pulled the girls into bed with me, turned on Noggin, and drifted in and out of sleep for a while. At one point Sam wanted down so I set her on the floor, where she played with a few toys.

A bit later (was it 15 minutes? 30?) I heard Sam making a sucking/slurping noise, and after I struggled to open my eyes I saw her sucking on a hand towel. It was pretty wet and dripping in the floor so I jumped out of bed, grabbed it out of her hands, and threw it in the bathroom.

About 10 seconds later clarity struck. There's only one place Sam can reach to get water on her own. And it flushes.

Ick.