Like Mother, Like Daughter

I came to realize that some family traits are passed on from generation to generation, even though logic wouldn't cast them as genetic traits. 

Just a little while after posting yesterday's blog entry, I put a load of laundry into the washing machine since I wanted to have everything done for the week and because the appraiser was coming to look at the house today. 

As I was scrubbing potatoes for Sunday dinner (with guests), I noticed a wet, flood-like smell, and a feeling of dread came over me. Yes, I realized, I had somehow flooded the laundry room. I hurried to get Chad from his nap, and turned off the washing machine so it would no longer spew forth water onto the floor. 

Needless to say, I felt a little sheepish (and a lot dumb), but still had to recount the incident to Mom last night. Like mother, like daughter.