{Drawing Water}

Like the responsible parent I am--*cough*--I was sitting on my bed, chatting on Facebook with my sisters, paying CLOSE attention to my son...or maybe not so close. Because I am such a multi-tasker (Code for ADD), I was filling the tub for a bath at the same time.

I decided to go check on the tub, so I looked over the side of my bed before hopping down (our bed is pretty high up and I am quite short), and to my dismay, saw a puddle on the floor. Thinking that my son SOMEHOW must have opened and spilled his Gatorade, I sighed and hopped down, avoiding the puddle.

My eyes stayed ahead of my feet and took in not one, but several puddles of growing volume between where I stood and the doorway of my bedroom. About the same time, I heard the quick pitter patter of little boy feet headed in the direction of the bathroom. Incredulous, I increased my pace as I made a beeline for the bathroom calling aloud to my son.

As I rounded the corner and stepped into the hall bath, I saw my son, bent over the side of the tub. In his hands was an Easter basket made of camo fabric. He finished filling it with water from the tub and ran, in his cute high-step fashion, to bring me the bucket of water as it quickly seeped--or rather RUSHED--out of the bottom. His face was alight with his ear-to-ear grin.

Needless to say, this was one moment filled with both laughter AND {loving} discipline.