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Grandpa To The Rescue

Even though you know there is something plugging up the pipe, you never really expect to see the thing that does the plugging. I suspected maybe a toy car or something, but I was wrong. A few months ago, the boys had informed me that the upstairs bathroom toilet was clogged. It was nothing new to me to have to go in, get out the plunger, and start plunging. That's exactly what I did, but when the toilet wouldn't cooperate with me I started to get mad. The boys cleared out of the bathroom when after the fifth time I plunged nothing happened. My thoughts were definitely not peaceful when I locked the bathroom door to keep the boys from going in there and doing their business in a clogged toilet. That bathroom door was kept locked for months since Doc and I are not plumbers by trade or hobby. Since God blessed us with two other bathrooms to use, we didn't have to build an outhouse in the backyard. When Doc's parents came to visit a week or so ago, Grandpa came to the rescue when I informed them they would not be able to use the toilet since I had duck-taped it to prevent the boys from using it. I mean, when you gotta go, you gotta go. So, off went Grandpa and Doc to the fix-it store and they came back armed and ready for battle. Happy stood on the sidelines and watched as they took apart the pipes. After a while, Doc came downstairs with what was once one of my huge seashells that I decorate with. It had found a nice spot in the pipes thanks to our little Happy. After saying good riddance to the now disgusting seashell, we are happily using the toilet again. I wonder how long it will take until it gets plugged again.

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Andrea said…
Ha, ha. A very clear memory from my childhood is my father taking the toilet apart several times to fish out toys one or another of us six kids dropped down the toilet. May your potty be clog free.
January 27, 2008 at 5:45 AM
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