Eilidh asked if she could "get tools" for Daddy. Then she wanted to know what "color" tool I wanted. "You want a red one, Daddy?"

From under the trailer, I could hear Eoin crying like a little girl because he couldn't go outside and work like a man. "Yes, Eilidh Bear."

"Here, Daddy. I got you a red one. You like red ones?"

"Yes, Honey. Can you throw it to Daddy?" The small screwdriver landed almost six inches in front of her boots.

"Honey, you throw like a girl." She wasn't offended. "Can you hand it to Daddy?"

She didn't have to duck all that much to walk under the trailer. "It's dirty in here."

"Yes, Eilidh, it certainly is."

"Daddy, what are you doing?

"I'm fixing the pipes so we can have water again and you can take a bath."

"With bubbles?" She sat down on my knees and started tapping the drain pipe with a tubing cutter. "What is that fuzzy stuff?"

"That's called insulation."

"Daddy, what color is it?"

"I don't know, Honey, what color is it?" I wasn't really looking to see where she was looking.

"It's pink. But some of it is yellow."

"That's right, Eilidh."

"It's very yucky," she said as she surveyed the underside of the house. "Daddy, you get hurt, huh?"

"No, Honey, I just make this face when I'm working. Your face looks like this when you're working, too."

It didn't take much longer to finish that pipe connection. Or it didn't seem like it, anyway. As I gathered tools, I could feel my feet were starting to fall asleep. Eilidh walked and I crawled out from under the house never finding that tubing cutter. Katie had supper waiting for us when we walked in the door.

After supper, I fixed the furnace and later that night I finished working on the pipes. We had running water again for the first time in a week.