
Perhaps the last thing you want to hear from your naked, un-potty-trained daughter as she runs out of the room is "Uh oh." Still holding the diaper I was trying to put on her when she ran away, I went to see what I was going to have to clean up.
On the plus side, it wasn't what I expected. Instead, for some strange reason, Sadie had tossed one of her socks into a urine-filled toilet. And of course the timing of this move couldn't have been worse, as I was trying to hustle the children out the door to go to school.
Coincidentally, I had dealt with another sock emergency just minutes earlier when Soen, who after running around in the dew-soaked backyard in his socks, wondered, as he was putting on his sneakers, why they "felt funny."
Someone recently told me it was harder to raise smart children than dumb ones. I now find myself questioning the wisdom of that statement.