I had the plumber out a couple of weeks ago. We're in a new house and I was convinced the toilet in the main bathroom was leaking.
They came in, added an extra wax ring, witnessed L's worst diaper explosion to date, and left. Since then the problem seemed to be solved.
And then I woke up this morning to C's wet socks in my bed and the realization that my toilet was not leaking at all.
Apparently my kids just can't aim.
Happy Monday!