When we moved into our new house, I had this great idea to make the kids just a little more self-sufficient. We had all kinds of kitchen cupboard space and water available in the refrigerator door, so I left the plastic cups down low where all the kids could reach them. This way, instead of responding to, "I'm thirsty," 30 times a day, they could get their own cups of water.
The refrigerator door also dispenses ice. Ice that spews everywhere when the button is pressed by small hands.
Annie and Maddie also developed a new game. Fill up a cup with water, walk it across the floor dripping all the way, and pour it down the sink drain. (Ahem, Pergo flooring is not ideal in the kitchen.)
I felt like I was going through with a towel, mopping up spills about every 20 minutes. I was going to go crazy trying to protect that silly floor. I just kept telling myself, "This is just a phase."
And it was. The door dispenser has lost much of its appeal. The kids are back to asking me for drinks, and I have to remind them that they can get their own.