He let us know what he “thunk”
This post is a follow-up to the post below on “Toilet Untraining”….
At midnight last night, my husband Jeremy and I were both trying to unclog the toilet, with no luck whatsoever. Cussing, water dipping, and wire coat hangers followed. I told him, “Son One must have put something down the toilet.”
This morning, Jeremy’s father came to the rescue. He had to use two different snaking tools and pull the toilet up before finally finding Son One’s dastardly doing–the cap to my shaving gel. Ugh.
Thank you, dearest Father-in-Law, for bailing us out.
Son One, you still have to potty train. Your clever little plan was only a temporary setback.