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Down the rabbit hole

So. I have told you I have a 3 year old named Jakob. With Jakob a saying has come up in our household. "Jakob Happened." And let me tell you, he sometimes, really happens. For example, last winter he turned the air conditioning on and turned it down pretty low. When you can see your breath in the house, there is something wrong.

So today, Jakob Happened.

"My milk is stuck in the pipe." Although he says it much cuter since his speaking isn't very good right now and it takes a bit of translating to figure out what he is saying.

I look at him and ask him if I heard him correctly. "Your milk is stuck in a pipe?"
You see this causes a bit of alarm right away. Two bathrooms torn up right now, both with open pipes and one with extra pipes just laying on the floor.

Jakob stomps his little foot on the ground and in exasperation throws his arms out and says "yeah!"

So Rick and I both run into our bathroom to see what pipe this said cup of milk is stuck in. It isn't a pipe it is stuck in, and actually it isn't stuck at all. It has been dropped between the drywall. Down, Down, Down, there.



OOPS!!


Rick to the rescue and he was able to finagle the cup out. As soon as I get done laying the tile in the kids bathroom the sooner they will be out of ours. Yes ours it torn up, but we at least have our vanity still. The joke right now is this: If we take out the sink in the downstairs bathroom, we will have one bathroom with a sink, one bathroom with a shower and one bathroom with a toilet.

Maybe my next post should be about all the unfinished projects in our house...hmmm.

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