The sound of continuous flushing always strikes terror in my heart!

Chris and I looked at each other in that silent exchange of:
"You go…"
"No you go…"
Then we both get up to go see what the commotion in the bathroom is all about.

BUSTED

The kids had been out in the backyard all morning, playing in the patch of dirt that the dogs had unearthed through the pebbles. After showering them I’d tossed their filthy shoes in the hallway to deal with later.

Apparently someone else had plans to wash their shoes as well… in a slightly different manner…

"Are you going to get a plastic bag?" Chris calls out to me as i run off down the hallway.

"No!" i giggle, "I’m getting the camera".

He’s thrown in his shoes, Alex’s pair of sandals and an extra pair of volleys in, because, after all- you shouldn’t run the machine unless you have a full load!