Big has never really had much interest in playing in the potty. We've never had a "he flushed WHAT?!" moment, until today.
Thank the Heavens that Big was wearing a larger 4T sized pair of Mickey Mouse undies and not the skimpier, speedo fit McQueen ones that he prefers. That extra 1/4 inch of fabric saved us from a RotoRooter nightmare. The teensiest piece of Mickey's red pants was all that was visible when I noticed that there was something odd in the bottom of the toilet. Had it not been bright red, there's no way we would have noticed that Big thought flushing his undies was an easier option that walking TWO EFFING FEET to the laundry room to drop them in the washer.
OMG. Can you even imagine the drama that would have ensued had he actually managed to fully flush them?!?!
When asked why he did it, he answered, "I couldn't find the laundry room". Um, kid, that's the darnedest thing, because if I recall, it's ALWAYS been next to that bathroom for %^#$'s sake!! It took all of my strength and court TV rationale to not murder Big. His only redemption was choosing the bright undies to flush... Because if he'd managed to flush a light pair, I'm thinking that a port-a-john for his very own use would be in his immediate future. If we painted it green like the porch, it would blend in, right? Then he could throw anything he wanted in the hole, and I wouldn't have to worry about explaining my actions to Judge Judy.
Thursday night booze. Sign me up.
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