What, Mom??

The other morning Devon got up bright and early, as usual, but was also demanding oatmeal. When Devon demands something, he's loudly persuasive (unfortunately, this is one thing I haven't taught Marissa to do for him:) so I got up to get him his oatmeal. After I made it I went to lay back down on my bed thinking I'd just rest and left my door open so I could hear if the kids got into any trouble (by this time Marissa was up). After a few minutes I heard the water running in the kitchen. Devon has lately taken up playing in the bathroom sink. He's usually sitting with his feet in the sink with the water dripping while he's trying out all the toothbrushes. When I heard the kitchen sink going I thought to myself "worst case scenario he's obviously pulled a chair over to the sink and I think I may have left a cup or two in the sink so he's probably 'cleaning' the sink and I have a cup or two of water on the floor and around the sink. I wasn't too alarmed and then Marissa came in to tell me "Mom, you've got to come here. We have our own little spray park in the kitchen!" Marissa often exaggerates so I was still not jumping out of my bed - obviously my grogginess was clouding my judgment. I finally drag myself out of bed a minute or two later to find this:

What, Mom? Is this not allowed?!

Devon had the sink on, sprayer in hand, spraying Marissa over the kitchen counter. There was a pool of water all over the counter and floor - they had indeed had their own little spray park in the kitchen. Luckily, we live in Arizona and after taking several towels to sop up most of the water, the heat took care of the rest!