"Dad, can I sit on the washin' machine?" my adorable two year old asks. It was an innocent enough request. I had just started a load and he wanted to feel the shaking.
"Sure, bud. I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I lift him up and I leave him sitting on the cover, banging his heels on the front of the machine. The water is still filling.
La dee dah... I head off to the bathroom.
He is laughing and giggling in the kitchen. But then - silence. I figure its because the aggitator just kicked in.
"Ryan, hows it going out there?" Nothing, no response. "Ryan?" Still silence.
I finish up and walk back to the kitcken. POOF - I am hit with flour.
More pictures of this little pseudo-disaster.
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