"Bump, Bump, Bump"

One evening about a month ago while just you and I were home (daddy was at work), our washing machine over-flowed. Like, full on flooded the laundry room (gotta LOVE indoor laundry), most of the dining room, in front of the stairs and part of the front living room with at least a half inch of water. You and I were in the kitchen and back living room and didn't have any idea this was happening. The doorbell rang and when you ran over to see who it was (Pap, Matthew & Janhi, Matthew's friend) you slipped and fell on the water. WE HAD NO IDEA! Thankfully, you were not hurt at all, and quickly popped back up while saying, "I'm okay!" in true Taylor fashion. But I, on the other hand, was completely shocked/flabbergasted/scared/frozen. I scooped you up, let Matt & Papa in the house, ran in to turn off the washer, which was still "filling" at full blast, and then turned back to the rest of the house to assess the situation. I just held my hand over my mouth and kept looking around going, "Oh. My. Gosh." I didn't even know where to start to begin the clean up. Papa, Matt, & Janhi, immediately got towels and the shop vac and started cleaning up.  I was still frozen. I just kept looking to see everywhere the water went. Hours and hours of baseboard painting, cutting and installing flashed thru my head along with dollar signs. Thankfully it barely touched the edge of the brand new carpet. I finally called Jennifer and she brought over her shop vac and together we got it all cleaned up with minimal damage at all.
Now, the reason I tell you this whole ordeal . . . You have now recently developed an irrational fear of the washing machine. Not unlike your medical equipment fear; It. Is. Hilarious.
At some point since it flooded the washer has gotten off balance (completely un-related) while washing a load of clothes. One time it got off balance and started making a thumping noise and you were on your dads lap in a split second, before he even realized what in the world you were afraid of. He took you in the laundry room to demonstrate, and you wanted NOTHING to do with it. Crying and holding on to him for dear life. No. Joke.
Then yesterday I was putting a load of towels in and you were panicked. Panicked, I tell you. You asked me non-stop, "Mom, is it going to make the BUMP, BUMP, BUMP?? I mean, I'm not afraid of it, but please don't let it make that BUMP, BUMP, BUMP, mom."
You asked me every few minutes during that load of towels if it was done, and every time in a different way. "Mom, is the washer still going? Mom, is the washer going to flow over? Mama, when will the towels be done? Mom, I think I don't hear the washer, is it done?" When it finally WAS done, we went in to switch it to the dryer and your face of relief was so ADORABLE. Like you had made it thru, LOL. (It broke my heart that you were THAT afraid of it, and I couldn't communicate to you that it the washer, or the water in it, would never hurt you.) Then you casually asked me if I was going to be putting another load in. When I answered , "Yes, I have sheets to wash." You immediately looked up at me like a dear in the headlights, panicked {AGAIN}. I didn't realize at the time, but I must have told you that this thump (or "BUMP, BUMP, BUMP" as you call it) happens most often with sheets or towels.
My poor baby. I wish I had a picture of your face when I told you it was sheets next. PRICELESS.