At the breakfast table this morning, I was telling Dave that I ran the dishwasher last night, but it didn't clean the dishes, didn't even use the soap. I told him I didn't know what was wrong with it, but I was going to try again this morning.
Ella chimed in with her theory: "It probly got too full with stuff and it just wouldn't work, like the potty at Grandmother's house."
Alright then.
I clarified that the potty at Grandmother's house did get too full and wouldn't flush.
She might be right about the dishwasher; it was packed to the gills.
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