“Mom! Come watch this!!” are four words that send chills down my spine and get me off the couch faster than anything else. Not because I can’t withstand the draw of an impromptu talent show (I can. I totally can and I’ll post about that later) but because history has shown me that if I don’t, someone will probably die or bleed on my carpet.
Today my youngest called from the bathroom, “Mom! Come watch this!!” I arrived at the bathroom door in time to see her push herself off the bathroom wall and slide like a penguin across the bathroom floor. She had gone to the bathroom to “go to the bathroom” not five minutes earlier and now she was naked and slipping across the bathroom floor leaving a trail of (probably) scented bodywash behind her.