Four-year-old John comes running to me to say, "Ainsey and I just made everything normal."
Remarks like this tend to make me break out in a cold sweat.
I go to investigate what, exactly, is meant by normal and where, precisely, normal has taken place. I find that the two of them have attempted to plunge the, um, slightly challenged toilet that is awaiting Daddy's return. The bathroom floor is flooded, and -- I swear I'm not making this up -- there's a trophy sitting on the middle of the floor.
Clearly they were quite impressed with their efforts.
Later Dave returns and goes to work with a plumbing device known as a snake. In short order he retrieves one soggy baby sock and the spindle that holds the toilet paper. I've got to say that Dave is getting frightfully adept at this sort of thing. As for the snake, it is well-used and worth every penny we spent on it.