we are nicely settling into the squeaks and creaks of our new home. the bathroom made an odd sound the other night. cash wondered what it was and so did i. “we’ll have to ask dad when he gets home from work,” my classic go-to line. cause really i know nothing about anything. i think i’m setting tim up to be a super hero in cash’s mind, i find myself saying that a lot “we’ll have to ask dad.” all-powerful, all-knowing dad.
“what’s that sound?” tim asked me while i soaked in the tub a few days later. “it’s the furnace” he said without waiting for my answer, which is good, because i didn’t have one.