"Have you seen your Mother's Day sign, yet?"
"On the bathroom door."
Affixed there with packaging tape, I found this cryptic sign: "Winslow Did It"
With much trepidation (and my shirt over my nose) I opened the bathroom door, and thus the most motherly of tasks greeted me on Sunday morning: emergency do-it-yourself plumbing. Followed by a detailed lecture on what can and cannot be flushed, and in what quantities.
I was just glad nobody made me breakfast in bed. And that we'd taught everyone how to turn off the water behind the toilet. And that at some point he'd thought to.
My blessings abound.