I went into my bathroom a couple hours ago bc I heard the toilet flush but I never heard anything hit the water before hand. I walked in to find my son with his shirt off and the sleeves wet, water all over the floor, and flushed toilet paper floating in the water.
I proceed to flush the toilet, but it only filled the bowl with water. About 40 plunger punches later I still can't get it to flush. At this point I'm hotter than a road lizard when I go after my son, but he's giggling the whole time bc he thinks I'm playing chase. That only sets me off more.
I finally found him and carried him back to my bathroom. Then I sternly explain that only 3 things go down the toilet; pee, poo, and toilet paper. Then I make him back brief me.
Me: What are the 3 things that can go down the toilet?
Dalton: Ummm... Poo poo. Ummmm... Toilet paper. Ummmmmmm... GLASSES!
Purpette had to leave the room before erupting in laughter and I couldn't get a word out without my voice cracking while I was trying to act harder than woodpecker lips.
The little twerp flushed his toy safety glasses and clogged the toilet, then tried to reach his arm into the toilet to retrieve them. But I can't be mad. I just went and kissed him on the head before going to bed bc I love him so much and we laugh so hard at him. Almost 4 years in with him and I'm pretty sure this is only the tip of the iceberg.
#blessed
#dadlife