Laser lights

We had a small disaster this week at our house. Our kitchen sink fell off.

That's right. On Wednesday evening, Chris was washing some dishes while I was finishing our falafel preparations for dinner. He exclaimed something we probably would have preferred that Cailan not hear, and I looked over to see that the kitchen sink was about 3 inches lower than it used to be, leaving a strange and unsettling gap between the countertop and the top of the sink.

Apparently, the sink, which is mounted below the countertop, was only being held up by expoxy. It was glued to the countertop, with no other mounting hardware or braces or brackets or any other support. Wednesday night was when the epoxy gave out.

The sink fell a few inches and stopped when the garbage disposal came to rest on the pull-out shelf where we store our dish soap and scrub brushes. Fortunately, none of the pipes broke, so we didn't have any messes to clean up or water spraying out all over the kitchen. Chris went out to the garage and came back with some 2 by 4s. We managed to lift the sink a couple inches and wedge the boards under it to hold it up, then finished our dinner.

This bit about the kitchen sink, though, is really just an explanation for why we went out to dinner on Thursday. Thursday is a jam-packed day for Chris and I so we didn't have a chance to do anything about the sink, and we didn't want to make dinner with our kitchen in disarray, so we went out for burritos and then to Home Depot to look for sink-attaching parts.

It was dark on the way home. I looked at Cailan in his back seat, and he was squinting and tilting his head from side to side. "I see laser lights! There's a white one! There's a yellow one! There's a red laser light!"

He had just discovered how, when you squint your eyes and look at a traffic light or a street light, you seem to see a beam of light shooting up from the light source, and when you tilt your head back and forth, that beam of light moves around. It was enthralling to him. When we got home, he wouldn't come inside, because he wanted to look at the street lights. "Mommy, will you please play the laser light game with me?"

How could I resist that?