Almost every day, I walk into my bathroom and become convinced — absolutely, utterly convinced! — that the cold water faucet on the sink is leaking. The counter is covered with water, and it’s centered on the cold faucet. So I get some paper towels and wipe down the whole counter. Then I test. I turn the water on and off. I lean on the faucet. I try to replicate the flooding.
I cannot figure out how my son does it.