Once upon a time I was asked to draw a bath for my younger brother Joseph. He must have been two or three years old at the time. I started running the bathwater, but somehow managed to completely forget to turn it off. Poor Joseph walked into the bathroom to find the tub overflowing and water oozing toward his feet. He ran to mom in terror saying,"The water! It's going to fill the whole house!"
Joseph was never quite the same afterward. He supervised everyone running bathwater, and made sure they had their hand on the facet the entire time. He kept saying, "That's enough! That's enough water now!" The poor kid was paranoid.
Joseph just turned 16 years old today. Fortunately he's gotten over his fear of running water, but I wouldn't be a proper older sister if I didn't remind him periodically of his goofy, embarrassing, childhood fears. Happy birthday Joseph! Sorry for leaving the bathtub water running all those years ago.