ARGH!

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...

6 comments:

Tina in CT said...

Oh my! You poor mom! I take it Ian was away on business. Guess that's a sexist statement but bathroom problems were left to my ex to deal with.

Love your humor in your blog.

Hmmmm, I wonder which son it was!!!!

Anonymous said...

I guess you did not read the fine print - no returns or exchanges, not even a store credit!
Olga

Tina in CT said...

Olga - Love, love, love your comment. So sharp!

Katya said...

Mine came without an instruction manual, too.

Tina in CT said...

Wait until the teens!

Anonymous said...

So did mine!
Olga