As a mom, you quickly learn that hilarity often equals mayhem.
Bennett was whiny all day today. He was whiny as we snuggled in the bed this morning. Whiny at the playground. Whiny as he mowed his way through Sterling's grilled cheese at lunch. Just an all around whiny grump to be with.
So when he suddenly started laughing like an idiot with Sterling this afternoon, we didn't question it.
She was running and sliding on the marble floor of the vacation condo, and Bennett was laughing like an idiot watching her.
John and I started laughing at Bennett's deep belly laugh, and then when B got into the slipping and sliding, it turned into all out hilarity.
We were all laughing like crazy, the babies sliding and skittering like woodland creatures on ice, John and I laughing at their crazy contortions and hilarious laughter. Everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves.
And then... John stopped and looked at me. "Huh, I wonder where all this water came from?"
"I thought you knew. How much water is there, I didn't think there was that much?"
"A whole bunch actually, and it's all over the place."
And as I looked around, with a thunderclap of doom I realized...
My kids weren't slipping and sliding and rolling in water at all.
Even though Sterling potty trained herself a few months ago, and I can count on one hand the number of accidents that she has had, she had indeed had the mother of all "accidents" in the middle of the floor.
And my kids had been playing in it for about 10 minutes.
Talk about bringing a good time to a screeching halt.
John grabbed one kid, I grabbed the other, and we both raced for the tub.
Yep, if John wasn't ready to go back to work before that, he certainly is now.
Wonder if Santa is bringing us a vasectomy for Christmas...