We've had some trouble with leaks so I freak out and call the hubs over for a consult.
We determine it to be a sourceless puddle, and think maybe darling oldest child has spilled a beverage. I bend down and smell it.
Oldest darling child chooses this moment to yell "I peed there bro!"
Upon further explanation, she tells me daddy was in the bathroom and she had an accident. No biggie. She helped clean it up, and she never ever has accidents so I'm not concerned.
But damn if I didn't laugh my ass off about it when she went to bed.
Then hubbys uncle shows up, drunk, asking for a ride to Petsmart. Leaves a 30 pack on my porch and takes my garden gnome.