Only Kate...

Let's see. How do you begin a story about your three-year-old sticking her head in the toilet at church? Alright, not really head, just hair. I should have known better than to let her and Julia, her partner in crime, play unsupervised in the bathroom for thirty minutes but, hey--we were busy serving dinner to a roomful of international students at our church's ESL class. I figured the worst that could happen was her usual sink full of water and soap bubbles. Cleaning that up would be a small price to pay for all the work I was getting done and all the fun I figured she was having. So you can imagine my shock (and disgust!) when I checked in on the girls to find water, wet clothes, and socks on the floor and underwear (?!) in the sink. (In Julia's defense, only the socks belonged to her.) Then I noticed half of Kate's hair was wet. That's fine. Then I noticed the water drops on the potty seat. Julia pleaded ignorant, but Kate cheerfully, proudly confessed. I don't know which I'd rather have: a picture of the whole soggy scene or a recording of the hilarious explanation accompanied by Kate's shrieks of laughter (and my stifled giggles). Just as I would compose myself to disapprovingly pronounce how gross and unsanitary it was to wet your hair in the potty a new fit of laughter would overtake me, which Kate saw as confirmation that the whole thing was just as funny as she had thought causing her to crack up all over again. So, we mopped things up pretty easily, but how to get a girl with wet hair home on a cold night when most of her clothes were sopping wet. A few aprons from the church kitchen did the trick--one tied on the front, another covering the back. I snapped this shot when we got home (before scrubbing her down in a hot bath). It hardly represents the episode, but I'm sure you can use your imagination.