I was talking on the phone to Leanne today. I was taking multitasking to dangerous new level when Kenly walked in with a wad of wet toilet tissue. I should have sensed that something was wrong at that moment.
Me: Kenly, what are you doing?
Kenly: Nothing. (Alarm bells should have gone off, but I continued my conversation.)
A few minutes pass when Kenly walks in and asks for a towel.
Me: Did you make a mess?
Kenly: Not really. It's just water. (For some reason, I still don't seem concerned. Probably because I was talking to my good friend.)
Flashback to 7:00 AM. I remember giving Kenly a water bottle to drink out of for the day. She woke up feeling poorly, so I wanted her to drink water like crazy. I suddenly remember chasing my friends in high school having massive water fights with the very type of water bottle I gave my toddler. I start to get nervous, but I still don't get off the phone.
I walk into her room to investigate, expecting nothing more than a spill. What do I find?
Kenly is entertaining herself by squirting water into her shoes.
Me: Kenly Shae Brand. What on earth are you doing? (still holding the phone while Leanne waits patiently) Get in time out right now.
I still don't get off the phone. I take two dress shoes that contain enough water to have become swimming pools for her Polly Pockets to the sink. I pour the water from both shoes into the kitchen sink. I wrap up my conversation quickly.
Me: (to Kenly) What on earth were you thinking? Why were you squirting water in your shoes?
Kenly: I was just trying to keep my feet cool.
Three year old logic never fails to shock and amaze me.