This morning during a conference call with a client, Clara came in to me with her head hangin' low and said, "Mom, I flushed Josh's toothbrush down the toilet."
Things like this always inspire fear and despair in me. Always. I put the phone on mute and ran into the bathroom. Sure enough - no more toothbrush. And apparently we have good pipes because the toilet isn't clogged. I am pretty sure this will backfire soon.
We went to pick Josh up and after his little whimper from the back seat, we stopped at the grocery store to get him a new toothbrush. He said, "Mom, I need to get Clara one, too. So that I can forgive her." Not sure what the correlation was there, but hey - forgiveness lesson!
After lunch Clara came in to me with her head hangin' low and said, "Mom, the tv's broken." Now this put me into a panic of sorts. I ran into the living room and she showed me how the dvd player is now broken, with the tray halfway in and halfway out. This house is cursed when it comes to dvd players.
And I have a really bad headache.