You know, for good measure.
Patrick, who was working in the other room on his assignments, alerted me of the toilet clog as soon as he realized the two
When I saw what they had done, I went berserk.
Coo-coo for Cocoa puffs.
And then I sent them both to their beds. For a long time.
John was out of town, so the toilet was out of commission until he returned home from his business trip and could deal with the commode conundrum. Over the weekend, he used a hangar and some elbow grease to fish the plastic container out of the clogged toilet, thus freeing us from a phone call (and a check) to Larry the Plumber.
I still get annoyed when I think about that clogged water bottle, though.
The thing is, flushing miscellaneous items like water bottles and tubes of tooth paste down the toilet is a very kid thing to do.
Christopher and Camille were probably playing outside at the picnic table, concocting Lego dream houses, when they started talking about the science behind a flushing toilet and "What exactly happens when you put a water bottle down there?"
Their inquiries led to experimentation and well, you get the drill.