Two weekends ago, we had a small flooding in our basement. By small, I mean that we had an inch of water covering about 1/4th of our basement. It was a lot to clean up after and we weren't singing any happy songs as we frantically moved boxes that were falling apart from water damage, airing out other items, and sucking up water with the good ol' wetvac.
Trudy's thoughts as she came downstairs wide-eyed and talked to me (Wendy) about what was happening: "Oh, Mom. I heard a story about some people who weren't doing the right things and then there was a FLOOD!"
(Needless to say, I think we are doing pretty good in the "doing the right things" dept. and assured Trudy as I was trying not to die laughing!)