This evening I was straightening the downstairs and walked past Mary, who told me, "It would be great fun to have a swimming pool." (Yes, she does talk that way at 24 months old!) I thought the comment was humorous, agreed with her that it would be "great fun," and proceeded upstairs to drop off a load of folded laundry.
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I was upstairs for all of 60 seconds, then returned downstairs to silence--which is rarely good.
Then I heard the splashing.
I followed the wet sound to the laundry room, whose door I try to keep closed, but I had forgotten. Mary was sitting on the floor in a "pool" of water, as poured out of the cat's water dish. Boy, does she love to get a hold of that cat's water dish! She was splashing away in her pool, having great fun!
I should have listened to her.