Kevin picked up Ty last night because I had to work late.  When I got home, Kevin was standing outside the kitchen door, so I went in the kitchen and called out "where's my baby boy?".  When I didn't get the expected result ("mommy's home!!!")  I walked toward the living room and called again.  Still no answer.  I returned to Kevin and said "is Tyler outside with you?"  Kevin said "he's not in the living room?".  I walked into the living room.  No Tyler.  As I walked toward the bathroom, Tyler finally answered me with "mommy, I wash my hands!"  He was so proud of himself, standing at the sink on his little stool, water on full blast with the drain closed, water <em>just</em> starting to pour out over the edges of the sink and on to the counter.   "Oh, sweetie!"  I said, not wanting to burst his bubble,