Thirteen Towels and a Bathmat

On Sunday afternoon after church, Jose took a nap. I took a nap.

Clark did NOT take a nap.

Bringing me to consciousness in a matter of seconds, he came running into our bedroom yelling, "I HAD AN ACCIDENT!!!" I told him to go stand in the bathroom, thinking he'd had a potty accident. But he refused, saying something about how there was a big problem in the bathroom. Then, it dawned on me. I flew out of bed to find Clark's bathroom completely flooded. The little stink pot had been playing in the sink.

I screamed for Jose to bring me some towels, but he couldn't find most of them because they were in the dryer. We got the situation under control in a matter of harried minutes.

Seemed like eternity.

Pictures of the chaos were not possible.