5 Miles

This morning, Alex walked into the bedroom and told me "I going to be sick!" "Why?" I asked him (since I know that doesn't meant to him what it would mean to you or me if we said it). He said "Because I bless-you" (Sneezed). Turns out he had sneezed while helping unload the dishwasher and James told him to not sneeze on the silverware or he'd make us all sick. 

And, can I file this under "No One Told Me I'd Have to Teach My Children"?
Today I had to stress to Alex only one square of toilet paper is to be used and if you flush the toilet once and things don't go down– YOU DON'T KEEP FLUSHING. I walked into the bathroom to find the floor COVERED in water. Not just damp, an actual covering of water…to the point I wasn't sure I had enough towels to wipe it all up. He'd used up the roll of toilet paper and kept trying to flush it down. ARG! What a mess. I'm ready for another weekend away!