One of my children, bless his little heart, was eating a carrot while peeing the other day. Gross. I know.
He, of course, dropped the carrot in the toilet.
Did he fish it out himself? No. Did he go get mom to fish it out? No. He attempted to flush a 7" carrot. Which promptly got lodged so far back I couldn't reach it. EEEW.
So, I figured, in a couple of days the carrot would get soft and mushy and we could plunge it.
This morning, the same child, in his infinite wisdom, used that plugged toiled to go #2. It's not like there aren't 3 (!!) other toilets in the house!
So I was left with a toilet, filled to the brim with ICK.
Luckily I managed to plunge the whole mess... but I am having serious thoughts about investigating boarding schools this morning.
Or checking to see if there is a recall on my children because their common sense module was left out.
Or maybe I should start looking into convents. Anchoresses had the right idea...