This morning I wake up the the words, "Daddy, your computer is all wet." I open my eyes and Ellie is standing there by my bed soaking wet. I began to tell her to just go change and then I shot out of bed with the image of a smoking laptop computer in my head. As I rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs I first noticed "Lake EllieJensen" on our new hardwoods. Apparently the kids did the dishes early this morning and then commenced in some sort of water fight with the sprayer. The computer screen was closed, so it seems that all the water was able to drain off without harm. The computer was on the Dining room table 20+ feet away from the kitchen. You get an idea of the quantity of water we're talking about here. After about 40 minutes of cleanup and a full laundry load of towels, I thought I was done. Jensen had come down from his room and I heard him say, "but dad, how are you going to get the water off the ceiling?" At this point I finally could smile (secretly) about the mess. There was water dripping from the ceiling all over the kitchen. You must admit that they are thorough.
It s now 1:00 and the kids keep asking if I am still "disappointed" or mad