Wet.

There are two kinds of wet in our household.

The kind filled with happiness

and joy;

shouting and running a muck

in the backyard with an exuberant black lab

named Homer.

Then there's the kind of wet filled with

surprise.

Perhaps an expletive of "Holy Crum Why Am I Wet?!"

I would say

shock

gasp

scream

and, again,

surprise

best surmise this kind of wet.

You know, the kind of wet that occurs when you go to

fill the bath tub,

for Sesame's bath,

only to find out the shower head knob was left in 

the on position.

So much for only wearing one shirt a day.

: )