The city comes to our street quite early on our designated trash pick-up day. When I heard the rumblings of the truck at my next-door neighbor's, I raced out to deposit an unusually disastrous diaper. I left Jonas examining the many wonders of his hand.
I returned to a water-soaked counter top and this.
I cried out loud enough that he stopped trying to put the electric phone cord in the water.
I'm pretty sure I need to add defibrillators to my 72-hour kit.