Well, when it comes to flushing toilets that is.
This morning Allie learned the hard way about these crappy water-saving toilets that you have to install in your house if you've built in the last few years. You know, the ones that get clogged all the time with even the smallest amount of toilet paper. I mean really... should you have to use the good ole' plunger even when there is no 'poo' involved?!?
So, from a dead sleep we (thank God Michael came back from the UGA game yesterday) wake to hear "Mommy...Daddy... my potty is WEAKING EVERYWAWRE!" and dash to the bathroom only to find that yes, the potty is in fact leaking everywhere. Up, over the rim, onto the floor, covering the floor, and creeping rapidly towards the carpet in the hall. Allie had apparently continued to try to flush it after she noticed the toilet paper wouldn't go down. Friggin'-crappy-cheap-water-savin'-mother-friggin'-toilets.
And, to add insult to injury, as Allie ran before us to show us 'said flooded potty', she slips on all the water and lands flat on her back. Sprawled out... yes friends... in none other than toilet water.
And so our day began.
Welcome home, Michael... welcome home.