So, if you’re your* toilet keeps running, a possible culprit is that there is a whole bunch of socks stuffed into the toilet tank. Removing the cold, wet socks and throwing them into the bathtub while shrieking like a screech owl solves the problem.
*Ack! Thank you, Scott. You’d think after years of being a persnickety grammarian myself, I could write two sentences without making a low-fi you’re/your error. I’ll blame it on general lack of sleep (my catch-all excuse).
Ah, water and toilets. Toilet water. It makes you rethink eau de toilette, doesn’t it, after you’ve been scooping socks or, as I did tuesday night, cleaning out the tub after the toddler annouces “I pooped!” and there he is, in the water, with the, er, matter, and his goggles, snorkle, and about 5 other toys that you want to soak in bleach immediately. why is it ok in a diaper, but gag-making in water, I wonder.
I shudder to remember this episode. bllllaeaaaech!
Ew! Well, of course the biggest difference between poop in diaper and poop in tub is that one is wrappable in its little diapery wrapper, and the other needs to be fished out. Blech.
Editorial tips from World of Snotty Scotty: Your, not you’re.
Tim likes to recount the story of his mom finding his toddler sister in her room, painting on her wall with her poop. (God I hope she doesn’t read this blog.)