What's done in the dark, will be brought to the light.

A couple days ago, JT and I were in the bedroom talking when all of a sudden we heard a blood curdling scream. My first thought was that Gia opened the oven that I had on and burned herself. Or maybe a dresser fell over on top of her. Or maybe she was running and tripped and broke her ankle. Or maybe she was bleeding profusely from some terrible, unimaginable accident. She screamed so loud and so hard I thought she was in immense pain. So, I threw a worried look to JT and turned around within fractions of a second and ran out the bedroom door to find my daughter who was still screaming in utter helplessness. I turned the corner and there she was in the hallway holding out her arm. Oh no! Her arm, it must be broken, bleeding, cut, something. I glanced down at it and gave it a once over to find the damage. All this while tears still streaming down her face. I saw nothing out of the ordinary. Gia, what's wrong, what happened? Through the tears she chocked out, "I..I..I put my hand in the toilet." What? "I was trying to throw my tissue away in the dark and put my hand in the toilet." I was laughing hysterically and could not control it because she found no humor in it and was still very shook up from this experience.