I don't think the carpet will ever dry from last nights water fight.
At least in the end we all decided that it was your fault instead of mine. He he. You were the one, after all, that was hiding in the bathroom while I was holding your friend hostage.
Next time, know that I am serious when I say come out your friend gets a huge cupful of water in the face.
And next time I will know that if I rush into a bathroom with two boys one will hold me down while the other uses the shower head to drench me.
At least the floors, walls, cupboards, countertops, and everything in between are clean and dry now, even though it took every last towel we have to get it that way.