Why Rilla is screaming at the top of her outraged little lungs: because we heard her slam the bathroom door and run down the hall calling, “Bye, water! Bye, water!”
I sent Beanie to investigate posthaste. As she opened the door, we heard water gushing from the bathtub tap, full force.
Rilla, so pleased with herself for having set the poor water free, is furious that we have imprisoned it once more inside the bathroom wall.
Enter the Thicklebit
Popped up on my FB memory feed today
The Five-Year-Old on Matters of Taste