It Could Be Worse

What is it with five year olds and water? Eddie has a fascination with running water. Every time I walk into a bathroom there is either a sink full of bubbles or a vanity covered in water or better yet, after a exceptionally vigorous session with the faucet, I will unknowingly step in a big puddle of water. That is always a treat. Every time I hear the water running for more than the time it takes to wash two very small hands I need to investigate. When I can catch her in the act it's not so bad because I can make sure she doesn't flood the entire west side! That is when I actually hear the water. Many, many times I don't hear it and I find the soaking wet remnants of her crime all over the room. And heaven forbid she actually admits it was her doing. She will swear up and down that she had nothing to do with the foot of water on the floor even though she is the only one home and is wet up to her elbows and knees. She has also learned the fine art of turning on the hose outside. This one has got to stop because although she has mastered the "on" she has yet to figure out the "off". I can be right there when she does it and I watch as she struggles to turn it back off again it's like she just can't bear to do it. She must leave the water running for some unknown entity which non of us can comprehend. Maybe she feels she needs to set it free or something. Or maybe she just likes to play in it because you've got to admit, if you were ever allowed such a luxury as a child, that is pretty darned fun. Especially if you add bubbles to the mix. I wouldn't wish my water bill on my worst enemy, okay, maybe one or two of them, but they could afford it. Aside from the wasting of a little water and the unnecessary expense that we won't dwell on, at least it is a clean past time. It could be worse. She could be fascinated with mud! Hopefully she doesn't put two and two together anytime soon.