John and Grandpa both looked at this but neither one could figure it out. It seemed there was something blocking the pipe. I thought it might be a cap from something, Katie thought it was a tiny shoe Jake "must have" put down the drain. (I wasn't ready to lay the blame on Jake too quickly though. I think that Katie thinks he's a good scapegoat because he doesn't really talk much and isn't able to defend his honor. Soooo, I take Katie's finger pointing with a grain of salt. A big one, the size of a salt lick.)
After mulling it over, Grandpa decided he needed to get to the pipe and hopefully the source of the problem.
In other news, Katie went to cubbies (she's wearing pink pants with hearts to match her pink shirt with hearts... and her red dressy coat she got with her Christmas dress... two years ago. Her cubbies vest completed the ensamble. And her winter coat, that I didn't think would go over this, fit fine.
While she was at cubbies, we (me and Jake) went to Bakers Square with Grandma. Jake ate fries and french toast. Happy camper. AND we each got a slice of free pie. YUM. Jake gave mommy his slice of pie. He didn't tell me to eat it in so many words, but I know he would have wanted me to have it. He's sweet like that.
That was last week. I'm happy to report that the bathroom sink has stayed fixed and nothing else has broken, and I would like to say that we've been drama free ever since... but I can't.
See, there was a tiny bottle of purple nailpolish... and a sweet almost-5-year-old girl... but that's another post.