Last night I hear this thundering crash coming from the shower. I rush to the bathroom door.
“Logan?”, I called out.
“Nothing”, he replied. His usual answer when he’s doing something he knows he’s not supposed to do, but still thinks there’s a chance he can save himself a lecture.
“Are you alright?”
“Ok, well, uh, stop trying to do karate in the shower, you’re going to break yourself.”