Picture this. Delta, Utah. Sunday February 27th. Grandpa is at the dining room table playing a mean game of Pollyanna with Max. Ava is playing in the front room. Grandma is cooking dinner. Isaac is...M.I.A. The power surges way low, comes back on, surges way low and goes off. All thoughts turn to Isaac. We look upstairs , downstairs, everywhich way. He is in a bedroom. All is well. Time to eat. No lights. No T.V. blaring. No washer and dryer running. All is quiet on the homefront. But only for a small moment. Grandpa takes Ava a glass of water. Grandpa steps on a sharp object. Grandpa spills Ava's water. The identified sharp object is a cookie cutter left out by Isaac. Grandpa is in his bare feet. Grandpa lets out a typical 'Scott scream' followed by some unmentionables. Three small children at the table are awestruck. Total silence. Until...........Isaac, with his eyes wide open says: "OH NO!" Followed by fits of laughter.
Max, Ava, and Isaac have come for a visit while mom is on bedrest. They will be here a week. I have called poison control once, I have had one half of a bottle of liquid comet poured down my toilet, on the seat, and on my bathroom rug, a pool of liquid soap dispensed in my hall, lotion on my dining room table, and my cats are in hiding. Isaac is somewhat similar to Superman. He is faster than a speeding bullet (okay, faster than Grandma and Grandpa) when it comes to locating trouble. Grandma was going to make a little advent calendar for Max, Ava, and Isaac so they could count down their days until time to go home, but I have changed my mind. I am going to make an advent calendar for Grandpa and Grandma!