In what I can only imagine to be a hilarious and nearly tragic chain of events culminating in a grand crash and a kind of splash, I rushed to the dining room to witness the following scene:
- Demon #1 (4 1/2) with one foot in a toy dump truck and the other halfway to a dining room chair.
- Demon #2 (19 mos) standing with one of his sister’s dress-up dresses on, completely drenched, a little too freaked out and surprised to even be screaming yet. Just sort of whimpering.
- Four Foot high stereo speaker (until recently the home of a fish tank) rocking back and forth.
- Goldfish flopping around on a floor completely covered with water and little blue gravel.
I think everyone is ok now. The fish is in new water. The kids ate better lunches than they have in forever (probably ’cause they’re still in shock). The floor is completely mopped and most likely cleaner than it’s been in months. I’m ready for a nap or a bath. I hope J comes home soon.