A Low Flow Toilet, a Toilet Plunger, and a Six Year Old Boy

My head is pounding, and not in a good way. I am going to have to completely demolish the guest bathroom and rebuild it from scratch. Allow me to tell you why.

I was downstairs cleaning up from a lovely luncheon I hosted for all the ladies on my street. It was the first time I have entertained formally in almost 5 years. The good china, crystal, and silver made a beautiful table setting. All the ladies agreed it was nice to have the chance to sit down to a quiet lunch and actually get to eat something for a change.

As I was washing dishes, I heard a thumping sound coming from upstairs. No voice, just a loud thump. It sounded awful. So I ran upstairs to check on the kids. Ainsley was hiding in Ian's room. Ian had locked himself in the guest bathroom, but he let me in willingly. When the door opened I thought the Cat in the Hat had visited.

Mom, guess what! Ian said, eager to tell me his tale. I plugged up the toilet, but I used the plunger to get it unstuck!

And boy, did he ever. There was water and brown stuff EVERYWHERE!!! Ian was covered in it too. Fortunately, he was willing to jump in the shower. Together we scrubbed the mud-colored blotches from his legs and feet. He was so filthy that for a second I thought he might have actually gotten in the toilet and tried to stomp the stuff down.

Ian, I asked as calmly as I possibly could at the moment, what was the thumping noise I heard?

I was using the toilet plunger to climb the wall like Spider Man!

Gazing over my shoulder, I saw them.

Oh. . .that would explain the water rings on the wallpaper.

And now, as I type these words, I feel the back of my seat getting wet. Ainsley, my blogging "helper", the adorable cherub who stands behind me as I work, has just tinkled in my chair.