I was standing at the kitchen table folding laundry when my daughter announced that my husband had just sped past, so Road Runner-like that in the moment it took me to look reach for an Aeropostale t-shirt, he was gone. Meep, meep.
"I have NEVER seen him move that fast," my daughter said.
Seconds later my son ran into the kitchen.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said. "All I heard was the drill, and then this really loud crash, and then like-- water or something."