why the bread was burned

I placed the bread in the oven.

As I reached for the timer, I heard a sloshy noise and looked toward the hall.

I saw my two-year-old son, soaking wet, standing in the hall making noises and pointing back towards the bathroom.

I cautiously approached the scene.

The sink’s stopper was pulled.  The water was flowing over the edge.

Otto had tried to clean up the mess himself with two towels.

(I was mildly impressed.)

Otto had overflowed the sink with water to wash his big-wheeled trucks.

And his shirt.

And his socks.

And the floor.

And somehow the mirror.

But hey, he was prepared.

I looked at his wee man feet.

He was wearing his sister’s pink heart rain boots.

We cleaned up his mess together.

And I scrubbed the mirror and the sink and the floors while I was at it.

Shoot, since I was already cleaning, I wiped down the toilet and the tub too.

And that is the reason why the bread was burned.