Drip, drip, drip.....

Marissah came downstairs yesterday, very calmly, to tell me the toilet in the kids' bathroom was overflowing. Gee, nothing like getting excited. By the time Mike and I got there there was about an inch of water on the floor and the toilet was still running. Turns out someone tried to flush a paper plate. What the heck? Well, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out which of our lovely heathens, er, children would do that. Marissah and Micah know better, but Marissah's the only one who learned the hard way, right Meircee??

Anyway, we asked Aaron why he tried to flush a paper plate down the toilet. I mean, really, this is the kid who has to be reminded to flush after he uses the toilet as intended! He told us "Gracie did it!" Gracie is our dog. Good try, though, Aaron. Pretty funny how they learn to blame the one smaller than them, isn't it? As I went downstairs to get the mop and bucket I heard Aaron scolding Gracie: "Naughty, Gracie!"

And, yes, the ceiling was dripping in my kitchen. When we moved in here there was a big water stain on the kitchen ceiling, and now it's really big. "Hello, Maintenance? We have a small problem....."