Story Time

The Flood

Bath time for any child is a fun time. The toys. The bubbles. The warm water. The tantrum as soap gets in your eyes because we all knew that the "tearless" shampoo our moms bought actually stung like a bitch.

Well, bath time was always supervised for me. Part of this was because I was a needy child and would cry if my mom left me, and the other part was because of that whole drowning thing.

One night, my mom left me alone for all of five minutes to go check on my brothers. The water was off. The tub was full. I had my rubber ducky. Life was good. I was safe. I was happy. She was okay to go pay my brothers some attention.

But being the curious child I was, I got bored of my ducky after a little while. There was nothing else to play with other than that mysterious faucet that water magically came out of.

I put that sucker on full strength and watched as the water flowed into my tub and laughed as the tub got fuller and fuller and fuller and fuller...

And this, my friends, is when disaster strikes. The tub simply got too full. There was nothing I could do. Well, I could've turned the water off, but that was too complex for my young mind.

When my mother returned to my tub side, she found her bathroom in the beginning stages of a flood.

I guess you can say this was my first rebellious act. If she hadn't left me by myself, I never would've gotten bored. To this day, I blame her for this mess.

Xoxo,
Sydney