So I woke up with a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad headache this morning. Marshall was at work, so I told the kids to go play in their rooms, and I turned on the monitor so that I could keep an ear out on them.
Through my headache induced fog, I hear Tucker go into the bathroom. I hear the potty flush. I hear water running. I (probably mistakenly) assume he’s washing his hands. Then I hear the door to the bathroom close.
Silence…silence…silence….it’s a little too quiet when I finally hear Emmie’s voice come through the monitor:
I need hep in hee(I need help in here). I need hep in hee. I need hep in hee!!!! Mommy can you hee me? I need hep in hee.
So I jump up and run in to find her on the counter, wet as a fish with her feet in the sink…and no way to get down. Apparently she crawled up there on the footstool, and got stranded when her brother pulled the stool away from the counter, left the room and closed the door.
Too funny.
The really funny part is that I’m pretty sure Marshall did that exact same thing to me 😉
That sounds exactly like something my Hubs would have done as a child. Maybe it’s a genetic thing. Hee hee!
Poor Emmie!, but funny none-the-less.