Well today we had quite the experience with our toilet in the kids bathroom. It started when I walked upstairs before lunch and found Lydia looking guilty in the bathroom. You know the 'deer in the headlights' look with the hands behind the back. Anyway, I was intrigued by the look and I walked in to engage her in conversation.
"So whatcha doin' Q T?" I offered.
"I am putting things in da toiwet an fwushing it" she answered honestly.
At this point I lifted up the lid to see the damage and a plastic cup was half floating in the toilet bowl. The plastic cup was one of those little "dixie" sized cups so I instantly got nervous. Not only was it plastic but it was about an inch and a half in diameter. I immediately and fearlessly grabbed the plastic cup out of the mostly clean water and said "Lydia you can not put things in the toilet it will break". She said "Ok dad" and then we basically left the bathroom all in good spirits.
If only that was the end of the story. Fast forward two hours and one of the big kids comes into our room stating that the toilet is filling up and not flushing. This catches my attention because of the earlier incident. I walk into the bathroom to find it full of poop and toilet paper filled to rim and almost overflowing. At this point I yell down the hall "Lydia where are you". "I over here dad" she says from her room. I walk in and kneel down on one knee and look her straight in the eyes and ask in a stern and serious voice "How many cups did you put in the toilet?" The serious tone caused her to have a confused look on her face but she still managed to respond "two dad".
At this point the "Mormon" cuss words went flying out of my mouth and I was mumbling to myself as I went out to the garage for the plunger. I tried for a few minutes with the plunger to no avail. Then I realized that I probably didn't want to plunge the cup out of the toilet into the house plumbing for fear that I would never get it out. So back out to the garage I went for pliers and a wrench to pull the toilet. I grabbed an old milk carton from the recycling bin and cut the top off with a knife offering a few more choice adjectives directed at anyone in earshot.
Anyway this story is long enough so I will cut to the chaise. I went back upstairs scooped the "almost make me throw up" water out of the toilet and pulled the toilet and surprise surprise found a little plastic cup filled with poop lodged in P-trap of the toilet. Yuck.
Anyway the toilet is back in now and flushing properly. My hands have been washed about every five minutes since then. Mostly everyone has forgiven me for all my yelling.
I hope you all had as memorable a day as I.
--Seth
6 comments:
Although we have never met, I feel a connection with you that I am sure we both wish did not exist. Pulling a toilet is possibly the most vile thing I have ever had to do. I wish you the best with the psychological issues that you may have in the coming days that somewhat mirror those of MacBeth's wife. "Out, out danged spot". Enjoyed your story.
Ryan
Seth...love the title, and laughed at the comment above mine!
Jake and I DIED laughing. That was a great...story. We are just glad that we haven't had to deal with any catastrophes with the daycare kids yet. :)
Gross...and I thought an overflowing toilet was bad!!
What a pleasant Sunday! Gary and I died laughing thinking of poop and all the kid stories to go with it that we've had...Nate (when potty training) pooped in his little undies and decided to take it out of those and hide it in the VCR. Ask Gary how that was to clean out...and why did we even clean it out???? Oh well...we know who to call now when we need a toilet pulled...Our wonderful home teacher!!!
I'm glad it was you that posted this because I was going to wait to tell Anna that I would have shut the door and waited for Carl to get home! I was wondering why she would call Anna Dad. That is brutal I am sorry! YUCK!
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