Thursday, January 12, 2012

Flushed

At grandma and grandpa's house the other day, we heard a horrific scream from little miss.  I know this child's screams, and this one definitely wasn't "my brother is touching me", or the usual "I want a cheesestick" scream.  This scream was pure. terror.  I jumped up and ran into the bathroom, where I found Reagan jacknifed in half, knees to ears, up to her shoulders in the toilet bowl.  Poor thing had fallen in. 

Now if that isn't terrifying, I don't know what is.

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