Like most old barns, things fall apart. Currently, such is our bathroom door which is usually closed shut to keep out crawling barn occupants. When I heard a squeal of delight following the sweet sound of a splash, I instantly knew what shenanigans were taking place and where. This all brought me back to a tid bit I read somewhere, some time ago, that goes something like this:
"When Sally returned home from a day out, Joe was beaming. He said he had such a wonderful day spent with their 1 1/2 year old daughter. He said they played on the swings, had lunch, played dress up and drank tea with all their daughter's furry friends. Sally asked, "Oh did she ask you to make lemonade for the tea?" Joe, proudly replied , "No, she put water in the cups and pretended it was tea." Then Sally asked Joe, "Where do you think she got the water? She can't reach the sink yet."
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