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Yesterday afternoon one of the neighbors knocked on the door to find out if my kids could play. I invited her and her brother to come in and play. As I was escorting the two of them downstairs to the basement where my kids were, I discovered that in the 15 minutes since we'd sent them downstairs, they have created an assembly line and are filling up cups in the bathroom that they're proceeding to dump all over various objects in the other room. The tile entry way is completely covered with water. In some areas, the white carpet had turned gray because the pad was showing through from the bottom. It was CRAZY! We immediately sent our kids off to bed and started to clean up while the neighbor kids played around us. The little boy piped up, "I only play with water at the beach or in the bathtub. We never do this. I'll bet you wish we were in your family." At the time I was so focused on the task at hand that I failed to really appreciate the humor. But now the basement is almost dried out (thank you to those same neighbors who loaned us their little green machine...or whatever it's called) I can now appreciate the comedy.

I joked with their mom that it was probably divine intervention that they were with me when I discovered the scene because it prompted me to remain much calmer than I otherwise probably would have.