Apparently there are many things within my home that defy description in the English language. I have this conversation at least once a day with my oldest daughter:
Kid: "Mom! Come look at this!"
Me (not moving): "What is it?"
K: "I can't tell you, I have to show you."
M: "Hon, I'm folding laundry (blogging, taking a nap, sitting on the toilet, etc.) right now. Can you tell me about it?"
K: "No! I can't explain it! You have to come see!"
M: "You can't explain it? You've been talking since you were 9 months old! You were talking before you had teeth! You haven't stopped since! You are saying that you are not able to describe what you want me to look at?!?"
K (whining): "Moooommmm! Come see!"
Then I have a choice. Sometimes the nifty thing is a 3-week old scratch or a tiny bug. But, sometimes it is gallons of water the girls have been pouring on the carpet very, very quietly (this happened last week). Do I stop what I'm doing to go check then hope I remember to go back to whatever the task was? Or do I cross my fingers, hoping that it will wait 5 minutes?
It is a "Lady or the Tiger" sort of choice.