This little guy...

Sooooo, this is the answer to the last post. No, a pipe did not burst of leak. Our 3 year old did. He decided it would be normal to load an upstairs sink with a shoe, trains, toothbrushes and toilet paper. Not totally bad, until the water was turned on and he left to wreak havoc somewhere else in the house.

As fate would have it, I came home for an hour, earlier in the day to play with the boys, as work was going to be an all nighter. Luckily we played basketball in the garage, so Kate did not pull the van all the way in; luckily I decided to pull off the door handle on the door that leads to the garage from the house (had broken earlier that day); and luckily Kate was able to open that door sometime who knows how long after the culprit turned on the faucet and with the van not blocking her view, see water pouring down from the ceiling.

It's a comforting fact to know that only the garage ceiling drywall was affected. Also comforting is the fact that the kids bathroom doesn't sit over another part of the house where more damage would have been caused.

Thanks to all who helped out Kate clean up the tsunami. Props to Kate, who despite the circumstances stayed calm, sought help, cleaned up the mess and then called me at work to break the news. Only later that night, did I come home and cut a few holes to allow some air into the ceiling area.

Such is the life with a young mischievous boy. Surprisingly neither of us was mad, but more found ourselves laughing about the whole thing. Maybe because I can clean and repair the damage myself, or maybe because it's really hard to stay mad at those brown devious eyes and ALL of his sweet energy. "Sawee mom."