Bubs vs Torliet

I once had a friend of mine tell me that her 18 month old boy had attempted to flush her cell phone down the torliet. She was lucky.

Bubs has a habit of going to the bathroom on his own. You can't encourage him to, it has to be his idea. I'm happy. He's getting the idea on a regular basis. However.....

The girls came and told me that for some reason the torliet won't flush. Hmmmm? Wonder why....Fiddle around with it, use the pludger....nothing. Okay, we'll wait till Dad comes home.

Dad takes a look at it and tells me to get what ever else in in there. (else....is in there?) So we girls go in to fix the torliet. (superman music inserted here)

We are giggling and carrying on. Pull out on of the boys socks. A sock. That could stop up a torliet. We flush. We rush to shut off the rising water to the torliet.

We work at it some more. We flush. We shut off water again. Dink brings in the 'plunger book'. "Mom we can do this." She opens the book to see no pictures, "Mom, we can't do this." I laugh. "Sure we can. We are women, we have intelligence, we have a plunger, all we need is hard work." (I was WAY wrong.)

Dink reaches in (she's the thinnest and she offered). Nothing. Keep at it. I'm seeing that movie Rob Sneider here plunging out the fish from the torliet when I hear something rattle. Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner! It was a sea shell.

By the end of our session, we still didn't have it flushing, but we did have three more shells.

The next day I tried again and pulled out a wooden dow. I gave up.

Dad comes home and the whole family pitches in. He's under the house tearing out the septic line, Dink is the running man back and forth, Doog-boog is sitting guard at the hole under the house to relay messages and keep the cat out and I'm up draining what water is left with a cresent wrench for the bolts in the floor when the culprit comes in. "Hi Mommy, fix torliet?" (monster.....)

Dad yells up from the floor, "BUBS!" He goes into a fit. "Daddy! Daddy, I fix torliet Daddy." (fix?)

We tear the thing out and carry out into the yard. (I asked if he wanted me to put flowers in it, hahahha!) Now picture this. Here's some redneck stuff for ya....

Dad has it angled, shaking it. I am holding the end of it up and the lid away. Dink is up to her elbow pulling stuff out and a hanger is being shoved in the back end. Someone call Blue Comedy Tour.

In the end, here is the treasure we had in our commode. One sock of Bubs. One sock of Dinks (brand new she would like to add), 4-5 sea shells, a colored rock, a one inch wooden dow, a Brat doll shoe, a toy top, and a roll of scotch tape. (the tape is what got me)

If only I had a picture.