A month or so ago, The Man and I were at the commissary shopping for our groceries. On the cleaning supplies aisle, we came across this small contraption. It was a mini-snake...related to that huge tool high paid plumbers use. It was blue and plastic and only worth a buck or two. I told my hubby that it might be something I could use to unclog Paige's bathtub instead of calling in the Calvary. I used it with doubt in my mind and was pleasantly surprised when it worked like a charm. I put it away for future use.
Fast forward to the past few days.
Paige claimed she had need of the snake as she suspected The Boy had done some damage to her toilet. Again. Fred got it out and proceeded to get things "moving" again.
Then he discovered our toilet was not flushing correctly.
Again, we had need of this plastic little snake tool.
He was lucky enough to catch the edge of the obstruction so he could pull it out.
I do believe that is one of the best purchases we've made in recent memory. I'd even go so far as to say it even beats the flat screen television.
This morning our son, once again, brought the caps that go to his cap gun Santa was gracious enough to bestow upon him. We only allow the use of caps outside as it does set off a foul odor.
I hear my husband mutter as he walked through the house....
"I'm running out of places to hide things from that boy."
You are all cordially invited to attend a grand ceremony/party when we get this young man grown and gone out of our house. We expect trophies and nice presents for having survived raising such a rascal.