My Children

The other day I was sitting in the living room with Michael, from the kitchen we hear 2 blood curdling screams and then the instant profuse sobbing that comes next. My heart lept into my throat and I was not sure what I was going to find. I ran into the kitchen and here is the scene that greeted me. Sean was standing with his hands on his face (think the kid from Home Alone) and crying saying "Liam, Liam, Liam", I turned to where Liam was and he was standing underneath my water jug,the kind with the pull spout. Apparently one of the kids had pulled the spout open and Liam got caught in the stream. Water was just pouring over him and he was standing there wailing. He did not move, he just stood there with his little shoulders hunched getting wet. Water was everywhere. I did not know whether to join in the crying or start laughing. I chose laughter. What else was there to do? I cleaned it up and gave out hugs and kisses and went on with my day. It makes me smile though everytime I think about it.