Picture this: Tuesday night. Bath night. Half-naked kids running around while daddy fills up the tub. Keira hands me her shorts. Then her diaper. I tell her to go find Daddy.
She comes back into her room. Her hands are wet. She looks at me and cries, "WET!" She seems upset. I think to myself, that's weird, she likes to stick her hands in the bath water...
It was then I noticed her feet were wet too. I call to Keith, "Did Keira stick her hands in the tub?"
Well, then. How come she is wet?
I look out to hall. Hmmmmmm.............
In her excitement to take a tubby, she peed and ran down the hall. Large wet spot here; another one over there.
I get her into the bathroom. Corral her brothers into the bathroom.
I get two towels for the large wet spots on the carpet.
Later, Keith asked me how many places did she pee?
My answer: "Well based on the number of wet spots I've stepped on, and counting the towels I've got down...SIX."
Ah well. Such is life.