The pipes under the kitchen sink came apart as I was doing the dinner dishes (took me awhile to realize that I wasn't splashing all that water onto my feet through my sloppy dish washing technique!). I cautiously broke the news to my plumbing-phobic sweetie pie, and he fixed the pipes without One Single naughty word! K. and I baked him his favorite cake (chocolate with white frosting) to celebrate his marvelous self control. Yay Ed!
1 comment:
Well done, Daddy!
And K., too. Looks yummy!
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