I’m here to report that Jensen’s obsession with All Things Toilet has not abated. On his last trip to Blizzard Beach (the one before this week) the most exciting thing that happened, as he reported to me with eyes shining, was that THE TOILET THERE OVERFLOWED.
So, if you can envision Fiddledaddy in a family bathroom with all 3 children, the toilet begins overflowing, 2 girls attempting to ascend the cement walls to escape, while the boy child makes a mad dash TOWARD the offending commode.
Sorry I missed that one.
The child is still talking about it.
Last week Jensen accompanied his father to Lowes for a little Father/Son hardware store bonding. Of course Jensen insists on visiting the toilet aisle. Fiddledaddy pointed out a new fangled toilet for a cool $500.00, that doesn’t even need toilet paper. It seems it shoots a little warm water upward for a nice cleansing. I hear it’s all the rage in Europe. But frankly, I don’t think I would want that feature at all. Unnerving.
Jensen didn’t care for it either. Because with the lack of toilet paper, he reasoned, it would never stop up.
I have a news flash for him. In this house, the toilet paper is the LEAST of the toilet’s worries.
The other day Cailey announced to me through the closed bathroom door that the toilet had stopped up. I tried my best to shoosh her so that her little brother would not be alerted to the problem. But to no avail. Clear from another part of the house he came running, THE TOILET IS STOPPED UP? THE TOILET IS STOPPED UP?
I had to maneuver myself into the bathroom, while attempting to keep him out, and thusly avoiding the ultimate embarrassment by a certain middle sister. Keeping in mind I had only the use of one leg, and partial use of my arms.
I managed to make it inside without Jensen attached to me, I shut AND LOCKED the door, and got things flowing again with the use of our industrial strength plunger. All the while Jensen was lying prone, as I could hear him breathing under the door, demanding commentary for what was transpiring within.
He has to visit every single public restroom we frequent, because I think it’s something about marking his territory. Even though I always make him go before we leave home. And I could tell him NO, but I’m sure that one time would be the time that he REALLY needs to go, and I would then be running my errands smelling of little boy pee-pee.
No thank you. I have enough issues.
I don’t know when and if this phase will ever come to a blissful end. Perhaps when he gets interested in girls. But right now girls are yucky, so I just have to maintain vast amounts of hand sanitizer in my purse and live with a boy who is obsessed with toilets.
I’ve said it before and will say it again, I know for fact that plumbers make awfully good money. Who am I to complain?