We’re scrambling to leave the house this morning, and the phone rings. I take the call on my shoulder, while pulling on shoes, then hear Miles in the kitchen: “Mommmm-eeee, heeelllp!” Mommy’s indisposed, better investigate. I hop in on one foot. The mad scientist is holding a coffee drip cone (the plastic kind with holes along the bottom) up to the filtered water dispenser that sits on the kitchen counter. He’s opened the valve but doesn’t know how to close it. Water is overflowing the cone, pouring out the holes, and running down his arm into his shirt. A gallon of water covers the kitchen floor.
… and I know we’re genetically linked because yesterday while we were out “playing soccer” he circled the bases of the baseball diamond backwards.
Yup, that’s my boy!