Cracked.

Yesterday evening while I was cleaning up the kitchen, Mike let out a holler from the bathroom.

"OH, NO!"

As it turned out, he'd broken the toilet seat. I went to inspect, thinking that the plastic bracket that attached the lid probably broke away, from the girls always climbing on it. Instead, this is what I found:





"Were you standing on it?" I asked.
"Um, no. Sitting." came the reply.

After laughing till I cried, all I could think was--

Thank goodness!

It

was

NOT

me.

And of course, Mike's answer to quick fixes is almost always, duct tape.