...and I had only just tucked my little ones in for their tornado-warning tent-sleepover, turned out the light, and crept up the stairs (and wrote a quick blog post) when I got a text message from Rachel (at 10:18 PM).
"Heyyy," she wrote.
"'Sup?" I asked.
"There's a wet spot on the floor by the bathroom?" she frained.
This is not technically a valid scrabble word. Whereas refrain comes from the Latin re+frenum and means to bridle or restrain oneself (or from the Latin refringere, which means to break up, as with a refrain in a song), frain is a rather Scottish way to inquire about something. But Rachel was desperate, so we allowed it this afternoon.
Anyway, she asked/told me that the floor was a bit wet.
"Oh?" I said.
"Can you come look at it?"
So I went back downstairs to look at it and...oh, no.
Everything was not fine, as I so erroneously claimed in my last blog post, which I had finished (at 10:14 PM) mere minutes before Rachel made her discovery. The carpet was wet all along the outside wall as well as the wall between The Lego Room and the rest of the basement. The Lego Room was also wet.
The part I didn't lie about was that we had a few branches come down (rather noisily) on the back porch (and a few other places).
Rachel and Andrew both lost (but miraculously found) one of their flip flops while they were working (before I made Andrew go put shoes on; Rachel was mostly the flashlight holder so shoes were more irrelevant for her).