I couldn’t find a plunger, he said.

Originally written August 26, 2014

I walked into the bathroom last night and it was wet, like puddle wet.

“Hey! Bennett…come here………………what happened?!”

Slowly he peeks his head around the corner and his nervous smirk instantly gave away his knowledge of the situation. I kept staring into his worried baby blues waiting for a response.

“I think I’m gonna to be in trouble for this…”

This human I created 7 years ago proceeds to tell me that he poo’d out a “really big poo” and clogged the toilet. He wanted to fix it, but couldn’t find the plunger, so…

He used a towel instead.

 

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Me.

 

My eyes immediately shifted to the towel rack where I see his green froggy towel – dripping.

Drip, Drip, Drip…onto the already overflowed toilet water covering the bathroom floor.

A million visuals are racing through my head at this point and one of them is my son shoving his poop down the toilet, with a towel, elbows deep in the toilet poop water. How did I not know this happened?! Lord, help me…Was this before dinner?! Did he wash his hands?!?

As I am imagining how all this went down I failed to notice Bennett staring at me – watching my facial expressions change with each new visual.

I thanked him for being honest with me, went upstairs for the plunger…and that’s that.

Some memories are meant for holding near and dear to your heart, others are meant for future girlfriends and graduation boards.

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