I ran Jonah to Papa later that evening and he stayed with my parents overnight. In the evening the next day when it was time to go home, Papa put Jonah into the car and took him out to ice cream.
There's really only one place to get good ice cream near my parents and I have been there- once. They walked in and Jonah announced, "Hey! My mom brings me here!"
After ice cream, Papa loaded Jonah up and headed for our house. About the time they got on the freeway Jonah hollered out, "Papa! Papa! Turn around! This is the way to MY home!"
My dad brought Jonah home. He's kinda funny. He stands there expectantly for a minute and says, "Well, Bye." and leaves- unless you can come up with a compelling reason for him to stay and visit for a while.
Remember that toilet in the hall at the top of the stairs? Well, here's what is there now:
Not finished, but functional.
I asked Honey to clean the lint out of the inside of the machine when he moved it, but in his haste to get the units functioning again, he forgot.
Only now, the dryer wasn't working quite the way it should.
I mentioned it to my dad. Yep, that's a good enough reason to stay and visit.
We took the front panel off and cleaned the fan and the whole underneath. We pulled the vent tube off the back and checked for an obstruction, but didn't find anything. Then we put it all back together. What a nice dad. Shh, don't tell my mom that he's so helpful.
Here's the best part of it all, though:
I keep a can near my washer and dryer for change that I find in the laundry. I usually pull a few quarters out each week. Here's the thing, though. Apparently the pennies and dimes are small enough to get through the lint trap or the seal somehow. There was $2.49 under there! In dimes, pennies, and a couple of nickles.
Thanks, Dad. The dryer seems to be working OK now.
I'm kinda itching to open the washer front....