So, a few days ago we noticed that the kids' toilet was running very slowly. I asked the kids numerous times if they had flushed anything down it. The reply was always "No." Little R also had some issues with the plunger one morning resulting in a huge mess I had to clean up. The weekend came and went. We had our adoption/foster support group over for a cookout and had a blast! Yesterday, while running errands I asked the same old question if either of them had flushed something down the toilet.
Well, little R came up with one elaborate story of how a tube of toothpaste ended up in the toilet. He was cleaning up the trash in their bathroom when the tube just happened to fall into the toilet. Then, he accidentally tripped and flushed it down. While it was a great story and held my interest, I wasn't buying the whole "accidentally" thing. We asked him again over lunch to tell us the true story. While eating chips and salsa it came out. He did drop it in the toilet but didn't want to reach into the clean water and get it. So, he flushed it. Then later that morning, he had to do what we call "Big Business" and couldn't get all of it to go down, so he used the plunger- pushing the toothpaste further in the toilet. That was on Wednesday, we didn't find out the truth until Sunday afternoon. 5 days of using that toilet!
So, Luke and R went to get the necessities to do the big business of removing the toilet. Our friend Greg was nice enough to let us borrow some things including gloves. So, I took numerous tear filled pictures of R in his gloves, helping his Daddy, covering his nose, and learning the plumber business. We finally discovered the tube of toothpaste inside the bottom of the toilet. He had to dig it out.
I had flashbacks of my Dad making us clean out the van seats with socks on our hands. I couldn't help but laugh when R was getting the toothpaste out. It took a total of about 8 hours to remove the toilet and put it back on. R was in there the whole time helping his Daddy. He even helped me clean the bathroom afterwards.
This morning when I asked both of them if they were going to flush anything down the potty- their answer was an immediate "NO!" I hope he learned his lesson on what goes in the potty and what doesn't.
On a funny note though, I told him the other day we were having Cavatini for dinner. He said, "Oh yeah Mom, I know what goes on top of that- Farmer John." I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. So I asked a few more questions. Come to find out, "Farmer John" is the "White cheese stuff you sprinkle on Pizza Mom." Yep, he was talking about PARMESAN cheese! The joys of parenthood!
