Timothy, of course, came straight from the tub to investigate what had me in a frenzy. The water was several inches deep on our front porch. Was it leaking into our house? I run and feel. Yep, it is. It's in our playroom. We spent some time hysterically using Timothy's sand bucket and a broom to try to "magically" sweep the water away. That didn't work. And all this time Timothy's running around with glee, begging for his swimsuit.
Long story short, we had to go get sandbags (don't even ask about the windshield wiper flying off on our way). We loaded them all in the pouring rain and put them along the playroom wall. It kept most of the water out. We had to move things around in the playroom so they wouldn't get wet. Again, Timothy didn't "get it" and he thought we were just doing a little interior decorating. He saw us moving things and started moving his toys around. He decided his train table looked better flipped upside down. He ripped a few of his posters off the wall. Yeah, fun times.
We cleaned up the water as best we could and this morning we've got the windows opened and lots of fans on. The carpet doesn't even feel damp and we used the wet vac to get up what we could (to Timothy's delight).
The great news is that Timothy now has more sand for his sandbox--600lbs, to be exact.