Mr. Fix It

This morning while I was folding laundry, Justin walked into our room on his way to use the bathroom. After a few moments he marched out of it with a very determined look on his face, declaring he needed tools because my toilet was broken. My eyebrows crept up when I heard him mutter something about a saw. A moment later he came marching back with tool box in hand. I listened to him "work" on it, then left stating it was all fixed.

Thank goodness for that - and that he didn't need to use the saw after all.