Chloe was taking a bath upstairs. I was in the kitchen, helping to prepare dinner. Suddenly, I heard a drip, drip sound. It didn’t register right away. A couple of minutes later, the drip, drip sound was more like a torrent of water. I look up towards the corner of the kitchen, thinking to myself, “it’s not raining. What the hell?”
Then I remembered. Chloe was taking a bath upstairs. Sure enough, Papa bounds up the stairs and beholds the bathroom floor – saturated with water. I heard some yells. “What were you doing, Chloe? What were you thinking?” Chloe tells us that she was just splashing “a little.” Then she demonstrated with a little more accuracy and enthusiasm.
Needless to say, our ceiling isn’t waterproof. And if our big girl ever pulls that shit again, she’ll learn what a tidal wave is really like.