Whoosh!
Fountain, fountain! There was a fountain in our apartment!
Last night we heard a roaring sound coming from my bathroom. No, it wasn’t me going about my business. A pipe underneath the sink burst and all three of us rushed to the scene.
There was a fountain of water gushing from underneath the sink because a pipe broke. My folks seemed upset, but I was excited (to see the fountain) and relieved (that it wasn’t my fault).
Papa turned the water off and decided he could fix things up. So off he went to the hardware store. In the meantime, mama dried the place up and I admired the rapidly receding pool of water. Sigh, what a waste of perfectly good water for splashing in!
Fortunately, the part was in stock and the repair was not rocket science or brain surgery. Papa told me that having a Ph.D. was just enough to help him fix the sink.
Humph! He should attend nursery school with me. We do more advanced things than that!
Little Man Isaac
