So.... after a good day of checking out the Nica version of the Ontario Science Centre with the, how do I say, 'creative' exhibits, I lay down in the hotel room and let the kids run amuck. I was just dozing off nicely when Nora lets out a scream and it sounds as though a river has changed course into the room. I get up and am required to jump into action. The water tap below the sink, yes, that is correct, a tap under the sink broke when Nora tried to stand on it. Ooops.
As the room quickly filled with water I realized that something needed to be done. Carol-Ann ran away. I looked at the hole at the end of the pipe, then I looked at my finger and thought of a little dutch boy I've read about. (You know the one...the little boy puts his thumb in the dyke to stop the town from being flooded)
I was soaked to the bone and unable to move. What felt like 2 and a half hours later, Carol-Ann came back with the Manager. He shook his head and left. No jokin. He evidently thought my solution was good enough.
The water eventually stopped. I guess the Manager turned it off and we left the building. Returning many hours later, the problem was fixed and we never mentioned it again.
We did get a discount on our rooms, however, it had nothing to do with the water issue. Math is not a strong point for many people it seems.