If you hear the water in the bathroom sink running and you know that you didn't turn it on, isn't that always a harbinger of bad things? I mean, really, if you hear water running in the house that also contains your preschooler, it should rightfully send a cold shock of fear down your spine.
So it was that I heard water running in the bathroom this morning.
"Other Half?" I said, hoping it was him. No answer, but the water increased its flow. I went to go investigate and...
I found a turd pile in my sink.
Apparently, having a toilet around is just too boring for El Guille. Toilets are so passé! So 80s! At least he thought to turn the water on to wash it away. How...considerate. Oh Soft Scrub With Bleach, how I love thee.
I went back to my regularly scheduled programming. I'm on dessert retainer for Oh Judy and oh, judy I needed to get the deliciousness finished!
Regular MCM Utah readers might remember that I put up Wall Candy in the boys' room a while back.
Ah, yes, there's a reminder.
Now, here's what Wall Candy would look like if you decided to channel your inner Tim Gunn and gird yourself in re-positionable decor.
It's been a crazy day around the Jet Set Pad.