Where Are Your Pants?

I walked in the door after work yesterday and Punky came toddling to greet me with her usual wide, happy smile. 

"Hi baby girl!" I said with excitement to match the look on her face.  "Where are your pants?"

Her dad pokes his head out from the pantry.  "Go ahead, tell her what you did..."   Uh-oh. Someone's in trouble...

Although technically safe by legal standards, our tap water leaves a lot to be desired in the taste department so we frequent a fresh mountain spring not far from the house.  The jugs we fill at the spring are lined up on the floor in the pantry.  Punky likes to play in the pantry.  You can see where this is headed.

Her dad was only a few feet away washing some dishes in the sink.  Once he turned off the running water, he heard a noise that didn't sound quite right so he turned around to see what she was doing.

Somehow, some way, she managed to get the lid off one of the largest jugs in the closet.  I assume it wasn't screwed on as tightly as it should have been.  She then proceeded to tip the jug on its side and create her own bath time on the pantry floor.  I wish I was home to see it.  With how much she loves playing in the water, I bet she was absolutely thrilled until Daddy spoiled her fun! He was mopping up the mess when I got home. 

In addition to her missing pants (which was all he thought to pull off her), her socks were totally soaked, her shirt was far from dry, and her hair looked like it does after her bath.  I cleaned her up and got her in warm, dry clothes while he finished tackling the mess. 

This goes on top of the list as the biggest mess she's made thus far.  But seriously, that floor really needed a mopping so she kind of forced us to finally do what we'd been putting off for weeks.  And it was only water, so no permanent damage done. 

And, the best part of all, it happened on Daddy's watch and he got stuck with the clean up.  I doubt I'd be as amused and calm if the tables were turned. I bet he keeps the pantry door closed from now on...like I do...

Remember that frozen pizza, Daddy?  Payback's a bitch.