So, we decided to list the house with a realtor and we had set up last night as the time to finalize and sign contracts. The two ladies showed up at 5 p.m. and Adam hadn't gotten home from work yet. Both the boys were awake and in rare form. I hadn't showered yesterday and smelled like spit-up. One realtor was walking through the house confirming square footage calculations and the other was downstairs with me as I held Elliot, who had skipped his last nap.
Henry followed the calculating realtor and I tried to pay attention as the other realtor went through the paperwork. Meanwhile, I ignore the continual beeping of the oven as my casserole was finished and I could hear Henry chatting up the calculating realtor. Elliot spits up all over my shirt and Adam finally walks in the door and the calculating realtor comes downstairs to meet him. Adam says Hi to all of us and asks where Henry is.
Calculating realtor says, "I think he's upstairs, shirtless & plunging the toilet."
Adam walks upstairs to find Henry, indeed, sans shirt and plunging the toilet- water flying everywhere. He was happy as a clam.