At 3:30a.m. I wake with a start and am prompted to move. I jump from my bed and quickly move toward the kids. As I leave my room, I hear an all to familiar sound of running water. I sail across the floor the remainder of the distance to the kids bathroom. And what do I find? My most recent specimen standing at the sink. I do what any mother would do at a moment such as this, and send him to bed. I feel things are going pretty well, since the water is only covering the larger portion of the counter and not the floor, only one towel is sopping wet, only half the rubber bands have been washed down the drain, only one book is dripping with water, and only five bows have drowned. I clean up, and all the while Jack is wailing and crying "Momma" in his bed. I kneel down at his bedside and he wraps his little arms around my neck and squeezes with all his might...and won't let go. Then says "I sauwee" What more can I say, this little guy pulls on my heart strings.