It's completely mesmerizing. Not to me, but to my daughter. I can not tell you the amount of times that I have gone around turning lights off on my way into bed, only to see a beam of light coming through the crack at the bottom of the bathroom door. Calling up the stairs always, without fail, results in an answer from Zada. Not using the restroom, but running the water at the sink and watching it through her fingers.
A simple job, emptying the dishwasher, or even loading it. Tonight, it took me about 30 minutes, and that included hand washing a few items. This afternoon, no kidding, after 2 hours, the dishwasher still had not been 1/2 filled. Zada instead was sitting on the counter, dribbling the water through her fingers.
I'm going to hate the getting the water bill this month!
