Emergency!

Jack is at the age right now where I feel like he is wanting to fast forward through growing up.  He wants to do everything, and do it himself.  So, this is a blurb from our Saturday afternoon.

Scott and I are doing something in the kitchen.  Jack comes running down the hallway,  "Emergency!  Emergency!"  He is waving his arms and his eyebrows are way up on his little forehead.

We run after him to the bathroom.  (Now everyone knows this cannot be good)  We round the corner to find the whole bathroom floor covered in water.  Where is it spilling out of?  The toilet of course.  I'm pretty sure there was a whole roll of toilet paper bobbing at the top.  I asked Jack "what happened here?"  His response,  "it wouldn't flush."

Thanks to a wonderful husband that offered to clean it up, I can laugh at the situation.  Got to love my little buddy.