"Dad! I Broke The Bathroom!"

   When my two oldest kids were small, my wife Terry was getting them ready for their bath which they often took together.  My son Ben had a bad habit of slamming doors (I guess not realizing his own strength) and upon arriving to the bathroom for bath time, he slammed the door as my wife was working with our daughter Katie.  Suddenly, the suspended ceiling started to come down as well as large chunks of plaster.  I happened to be away at the time jogging at a nearby high school track when Terry and the kids showed up.  To my surprise, Ben hopped out of the car and ran to me saying, "Dad!  I broke the bathroom!"
   What had happened was when the bathroom had been remodeled, whoever had done it (not me!) had tied up the ceiling to a SINGLE nail which had been gradually working its way out over several years.  When Ben had slammed the bathroom door, the vibration and vacuum apparently had worked together to dislodge the single nail.  Only with all the right conditions did the ceiling collapse as it did and thankfully, no one was hurt.  I did get hit a couple of times with "plaster shrapnel" as I fixed the ceiling and assured Ben that he wasn't responsible for "breaking the bathroom!"

At least that time.