All Washed Up- I'll Advised Moment

All Washed Up

Obviously all of the ill-advised moments come from children’s childhood. To make it easier for you, I will do the same. I was only five years old, and like all of the other kids my age, I was obnoxious, dramatic, and always got into trouble. I live a great life of being an only child and sharing a house with no one else but my parents. One could say that one of the perks of being an only child is that you basically get anything you want. I mean, a five year old thinks that their parents have no other way to spend their money except on them. My mom, Molly, is one of the sweetest women ever. It would take a lot of effort in order for her to get mad at someone. My dad, Sam, would make every moment of my life memorable. At that moment, I could not have asked for any better parents than them.

It was one fine Saturday in May when I was bored to the point that I would just sit on the couch and try to count the number of tiles on my kitchen floor. Watching T.V was definitely not an option because I had already watched all of the episodes of my favorite T.V shows. I had grown sick and tired of my stuffed animals and toys that I could not even bare to look at them in the eye. Well, maybe there was one option, reading. Let’s be real, I was five years old. There was no way that I would be reading anything for fun when I am that of age.

As I was sitting on the couch about to rip my eyes out of my head, my mom walked into the house carrying several bags of groceries and one specially wrapped box. Now, you would think that I would go help my mom with the groceries. But, being the five year old girl I was, I decided to go right for the box.

“Mom, what’s the box?” I asked.

“Well, it’s a surprise. So, I can’t really tell you!” she explained.

            Whenever a parent says that something is a surprise, it usually means that they bought a toy for their child.

“OH MY GOD, A SURPRISE!!” I yelled.

“Yes, it is a surprise. But, I can’t give it to you right now.” My mom told me.

            So, maybe the excitement really got to me. I yanked to box out of my arms, ran up into my room, locked the door, and sat on my bed. I didn’t want to rip the box open because I didn’t know what was inside of it. I gently pried open the box, just enough to peak and see what was inside of it.

“THIS IS THE CUTEST INDIAN BARBIE DOLL EVER!” I exclaimed.

            As I was examining the Barbie doll closely, my mom found a way to get inside of my room. I didn’t notice that she was in my room until I saw from the corner of my eye that she was standing at the corner of my bed.

“Do you like it?” she asked me.

“Yes, I love it! This is one of the best presents that I ever got.” I replied back.

“Ok, you can play with it now. But, be downstairs for dinner by 7:00,” Mom reassured me.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” I said carelessly.

            The Barbie doll was really cute but the only thing that was bothering me about it was that the hair was too long. When I looked at the doll, its hair came down to about its butt. I wanted to make sure the doll looked nice and I thought it was time for it to get a haircut. I enjoyed cutting anything so, I was hoping that once I cut the doll’s hair that it would grow back and I would be able to cut it again. Maybe, next time a different style.

            I walked over to my desk, opened the drawer, and felt around for my scissors. I picked them up, grabbed the doll, and walked over to the trash can. I tried to hover over the trash can so when I was cutting the hair, it would not get all over the floor. I cut the doll’s hair just enough so it was hanging over her shoulders. Being the germaphobe I was at age five, the loose strands of hair were really bothering me. I decided it was time for the doll to get a light wash.

            I walked over to my parent’s bathroom and set the doll down on the counter. I was a very organized child. I didn’t really like doing anything without any type of planning behind it. I gathered all of the shampoos, conditioners, body washes, lotions, and bubble bath. I set them all in order on the counter in order of application. I waltzed over to the bathtub and turned the hot and cold water faucet completely. I let the water fun for a while and turned it off when the water was about three fourths of the way full. I dunked the Barbie doll into the water and rinsed it for some time. I took the Barbie doll out of the water and set it on the counter but, I didn’t realize that the water was still running through the faucet.

            I went downstairs to get a snack because I was really hungry. When I went back upstairs, my foot stepped onto the soppy carpet. I was wondering why the carpet was wet near the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door to find the bathroom floor covered in water. My eyes traces back to where the water was coming from. I realized that the faucet was still turned on. I walked on my tip toes to the faucet to turn it off.

            “How am I supposed to clean all of this water up?” I asked myself.

            I started gathering some rags and towels and dropped them on the floor hoping that they would soak up all of the water. I had probably cleaned up about half of the water that was on the floor when I heard the door to the bathroom open slowly. I looked over to the door only to find my mom standing at the doorway with her mouth dropped open to her chest.

            “Alekhya, what happened in here?” she asked me.

            “Hum, there was a little accident.” I replied back.

            “I know there was an accident. But, I want to know how it happened? She replied back a little more aggressively.

            “I might have just let the faucet on when I went downstairs.” I said nervously.

            “Fine. Since you made the mess, you are going to be the one that will clean it up. You are not going to leave the bathroom till all of the water is cleaned up.” My mom told me cold heartedly.

            “But, mom.” I said whining

            “Oh, and you are also grounded for two weeks.” My mom said ruthlessly.

            I think you can guess how my day went after that incident. But if anything, I have definitely learned a lesson. Never ever flood the bathroom.

Explanation:

I really enjoyed writing this piece. It really allowed me to think back to the stupid things that I did when I was little which definitely made me laugh while I was writing it. I think I did a great job using dialogue and introducing some of the main characters in the story. I tried to explain each of my actions in great detail and I had also tried using my senses to incorporate more description into the story. I hope everyone enjoys this ill-advised moment!