It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Mary Drops the Ball. Or Maybe the Sock.

In the summer, my fridge pees on the floor.

Why not? Everyone else around here has probably done it at least once. Well, everyone under three feet tall, which does not include the fridge.

Generally I take the proactive step of placing a cleaning rag on the floor in the usual spot before I go to bed at night. In the morning, the cloth reminds me not to step there, and has absorbed the puddle, which usually occurs overnight. No idea why.

(Yes, I could take the even more proactive step of having the fridge FIXED, or even of BUYING A NEW ONE!! I know that. But those would cost, like, MONEY, people. (Urgh. Had a house of teens here yesterday. Like, can you tell?) With kids dropping out of the daycare left, right, and centre and two spaces unfilled for September, I am not spending money unless it’s essential. Despite its piddling propensities, the fridge keeps things cold just fine. Thus, money spent here is non-essential.)

Course, it’s been dousing the floor annually for a couple of years now…


The fridge has once more baptized the floor, but this day I have forgotten the cloth. Of course, George steps in the puddle.

We take him to the front hall in which are nested their little storage bins, and pull him out a fresh pair of socks. Off with the wet, on with the dry. As I pull the second sock up, Darcy trots over, a trail of wet footprints behind him.

“Mary, I stepped in a puddle.” Of course he did.

The boys, all three of them, were playing together in the kitchen. Darcy saw George step in the puddle. You’d think someone would have learned a lesson here. Vicarious learning, she ain’t happening this morning. Of course, I’ve been doing this for years. You think I’d have seen this coming – learned my own lesson, in fact! But no. Two boys have wet socks.

It gets worse. Darcy is here with his wet socks, and — I GET HIM DRY SOCKS! WHAT am I THINKING?

Peel off the wet socks, and find new socks for Darcy. Am just pulling on the second dry sock, when… you know this is coming, don’t you?

Arthur appears, a trail of wet footprints behind him.

“Mary? Mary…”

June 30, 2006 - Posted by | Arthur, Darcy, George, Mischief


  1. The Bug Man in me cringes reading about the water soaking into the floor.
    I would have had to change my socks too. I love jumping in puddles.

    Comment by Peter | June 30, 2006 | Reply

  2. LOL. You know, I deal with this with two kids and it drives me insane. I can’t imagine a whole house full. Although it’s pretty funny to read about…

    Comment by Kristen | June 30, 2006 | Reply

  3. My daughter can’t pass up a good puddle either. It’s a rite of passage, I think.

    Comment by abogada | June 30, 2006 | Reply

  4. See, this is something I would do when faced with toddlers and wet socks. If it was just me I would have taken off my own socks and used them as a towel first (which would never win a “best housekeeping” award but at least is sort of efficient). But with kids and their socks? Yeah, I would have done the exact same thing.

    Comment by the weirdgirl | June 30, 2006 | Reply

  5. I have to leave a towel under mine all the time.The girls have been traipsing through it for years when it would be much simpler to avoid it.

    It isn’t just the little ones unfortunately.

    Happy Canada Day!!

    Comment by Granny | July 1, 2006 | Reply

  6. Peter: Not to worry: It doesn’t soak in, it just puddles on the surface. I don’t know what the flooring is, but it doesn’t show the slightest sign of a bump nor a ripple, so it doesn’t appear that the damp is getting through.

    Puddle-jumping. Of course.

    Kristen: It’s always funniest when you can relate in that “I’ve-so-been-there-thank-God-it-isn’t-me-this-time” sort of way. 🙂

    Abogada: On rainy days, I take them puddle-jumping. It’s a favoured activity of toddlers everywhere!

    Weirdgirl: I do that sort of thing All the Time. The wet/grubby item is already wet and/or grubby. What’s the point of soaking another item, which I will then have to wash??

    So what I should have done was to have sent ALL the children (there were three more kicking around, after all) through the puddle, and by the end of six pairs of socks, the puddle would probably have been wiped right up!! Next time…

    Granny: My older kids are great at identifying the problem. “AGH. Mom! There’s a puddle by the fridge again!” Not so good at the solution part of this event.

    “So did you wipe it up?”

    “Um, not yet.”

    “Well, how’s about you do that, okay?”

    After two years, they still don’t always automatically leap to this conclusion on their own. Probably about 60-40. Sigh.

    Kids are weird.

    Comment by Mary P. | July 1, 2006 | Reply

  7. Geez, I thought it would be George back again having wet his second pair…

    Comment by kittenpie | July 2, 2006 | Reply

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