Towel Rack

towel

That’s our towel holder in the powder room. It may be hard to tell that, since it’s missing the holder part.

The girl comes out of the bathroom with her hands behind her back.

“Promise me you won’t be mad.”

In the history of humanity, that has never proceeded good news. She shows us the broken towel ring.

“What happened?”
“I hanged on it.”

There’s an oddly comforting side effect to all this. For months we’ve wondered why we would randomly hear a loud bang in the bathroom followed by a faint “I’m ok!” I was a bit worried the child was incapable of sitting on a toilet without falling off. I didn’t even know how to start treating that, much less how to deal with the inevitable mess it may cause. At least now I know she’s just a run of the mill dumbass. That’s easier to handle.

 

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