peeing in the drain

there's not much analyzing penelope other than that she does what she wants. as such she is both consistent and completely unpredictable at once. thus, her flippant approach to toilet use is not entirely shocking to us, although it has made us much more cautious as to where we step. it's also taught me some important life skills, like learning to read between the lines when women are speaking. for example, "daddy, my legs are wet" means "grab the antibacterial and get ready for a treasure hunt." in addition to the typical carpet and bedsheets, i've found urine on rugs, countertops, the microwave, and under the sink. so when eli came and told me that pen "peed in the drain", i wasn't overly concerned. after all, what more innocuous place is there to leave one's mark than down some sealed drainage channel which leads to a treatment plant, or at the very least, an off site depository. unfortunately, i quickly discovered that the "drain" in question was one of our home's second story floor installed heating ducts. meaning there is some volume of stale urine coating the lining of our home's main heating system, continuously breathing its soiled exhaust onto our skin and into our lungs. although i'm beginning to come to grips with the idea, i'm still looking for a way to seal off access to the ice maker in the freezer.