On Wednesday Brooke showed me how she makes “snowballs” by wadding up toilet paper into a ball. Knowing the temptation that would surely follow this bout of creativity, I cautioned her to never put a snowball down the toilet because that would surely clog it.
On Thursday I heard shrieks coming from the bathroom. Brooke came running to me yelling, “Something’s happening to our toilet!”
I’m sure you can guess what was happening. A snowball. And the toilet. And water spewing forth from the ensuing clog.
I gathered every towel in the house and mopped up the mess. A very contrite Brooke sprinkled “I’m very sorry,” onto the mess here and there.
I washed the towels. I mopped the bathroom floor. Then I worked to unclog the toilet. That attempt proved unsuccessful and resulted in another explosion involving once again using all the towels in the house (that fortunately had just finished drying…but unfortunately now had to be washed and dried again).
I washed the towels again. I mopped the bathroom floor again. I refrained from wringing necks. Barely.
Moral of the story: Beware of snowballs in September for they may lead to monsoons which no weatherman can predict and no mom wants to clean up after.
And small children are lucky to make it out alive.