Toilet Fascination

My boys have been having a fascination with the toilet the past few days. I didn't blog about the first story right away, and now I have several more. Some background information: Mr. J is the new business manager at the girls' school, and they are boarding 4 horses with us. They are over here several times during the day to take care of the horses, and our kids love to go out and help. Their daughter is giving some riding lessons to Britta and Sammy. OK. Thursday night while I was at work, everyone was out doing some work on the fences. There are numerous separations in the barn and pasture so that our horses and their horses are separated for the present time. Glen invited them to stay for dinner. Everyone was hot and sweaty (except me), and we were eating outside. The boys kept telling Mr. and Mrs. J that they wanted to tell them a secret, and then they'd whisper, "I like to play with my toys in the toilet." They (our boys) thought it was hilarious! I didn't think it was that funny, and after about the third--and only the third because you keep thinking they'll say something different, you know?--time, I told them to quit.

The next morning before school was kind of crazy. I had overslept, so I'll take most of the blame. Anyway, no one was ready for breakfast when it was supposed to be served, so it was late. I had just put some bagels into the toaster for Sammy when I heard Chase say in a high, excited voice, "It's overflowing! It's overflowing!" I ran into the bathroom; there was water all over the floor. I grabbed towels and started putting them down by the door so that the water wouldn't get onto the living room carpet. By the time Glen got there, the water had stopped running, but there was a lot of it! I used about 6 or 8 towels to wipe it all up, then we closed and locked the bathroom door until Glen could work on it later in the day. Tate was happy to point out that Chase had flushed his EIBC hacky sack down the toilet. :) Please don't feel guilty, Grandma who bought it or camp store lady who sold it. :) Glen thought he may have to pull the whole toilet up to get it unplugged; then he thought he'd borrow a toilet auger from the school, but the maintenance man told him to try a shop vac, and it worked! Keep that in mind in case you ever have a similar problem.

Mr. J told me this afternoon that Tate had been talking about how he and Chase were trying to play the "toilet bowl slide" from Lost Island (they've never even been there; just heard about it, obviously). They don't quite understand--Tate said he had both feet in the toilet, and Chase tried to flush him down, but it didn't work. Thank goodness!

The last and final toilet story--I don't let the boys have drinks at night, because their pullups always leak when they do. Still, every night at bedtime they tell me how much they need a drink. Tonight, I had put the boys to bed, and then the phone rang before I went to tuck the girls in. After I hung up the phone, I turned the corner and saw Chase dump water from the bathroom drinking cup (which is NOT going back in there after I wash it!) into the toilet and set it on the counter. I got a sick feeling and asked him if he'd been drinking water from the toilet. "Yep." Like it's no big deal. GROSS! I told them never to do it again and that it'd make them sick, but who knows. Please, Lord, let them find something else to obssess about!