Chidren Don't Close Doors
I dodged an emotional scar. The Niece was playing Wii, I was puttering around trying to do a little bit a cleaning around the living room. I had something in my hand that I needed to take to the computer room. I took one step and suddenly my danger sense started quivering faster than a girl in her first prom dress. What do I do?
Stop.
Look.
Listen.
The Niece is no longer in the living room.
The bathroom light is on.
I hear the sound of running water.
It is NOT the sink.
The bathroom door is open.
Code blue emergency! This is not a drill!
Code blue emergency! This is not a drill!
In a code blue emergency you sit your fat ass down on the closest thing to you and you don't move until The Niece returns to the living room, and the game. You pray to all that is holy that they come out wearing everything they were wearing when they went in.
She came out. She was fully clothed, and remembered to flush. As an extra precaution I did not enter the computer room for the rest of the evening. It was a close call, and I don't need the extra therapy.
I do need a drink though.
