I made the mistake of trying to anesthetize Liam with 15 minutes of Sesame Street so that I could eat my lunch in peace. I will not do that again (this week, at least).
I went into our room, expecting to find him sitting on the floor, mouth open at the wonder that is Elmo. What I found was that he had his back to the television, he’d taken his pants off and he had a Nalgene bottle (previously full) in his lap. This was when I realized that my foot was wet (as was half of the carpet) as well as both of his socks. Thank goodness it was only water.
I’m pretty sure this wasn’t what Van Morrison had in mind…