“Is there a problem?” he asked.
“You have a leak in your bathroom,” said the tenant from the apartment below. “Happened again last night.”
Dave yawned. “Sorry, can’t help it. I won’t flush next time, if that helps.”
“I’m not talking about your bladder routine. There’s water on my ceiling from your bathroom,” stormed the other man.
Dave said he would investigate.
When the visitor left, Andy sprung out of his bedroom.
“I guess you can’t play with my toy boats anymore, Grandpa,” he said.