On my way out to pick up a few grocery items this morning, I dash into the guest bathroom for that infamous last second "pee pee" stop. And guess who is in there, standing over the toilet bowl, plunging away…s
crawny!
"What exactly are you trying to do?" I ask.
"The stupid toilet is plugged up."
"Did you do it?"
"Nooooooo."
"Then leave it alone, I’ll take care of it when I get back."
"But, Mom, what if someone needs to use the bathroom?"
Uh-huh, I thought. You are so busted Kiddo! The elusive power dumper in my household (other than yours truly) has been caught! Red handed…finally...almost. Now, the question of the day is, should I, or should I not? Blowing the whistle sounds like fun. However, as a fair businesswoman, here’s what I’m thinking…
-Delegate, delegate, delegate. It’s time for someone else to start folding the laundry, putting the dishes away and ensuring that the family room is tidy and toy free… at all times. And I have the perfect candidate in mind. Wish me luck-;)
If you enjoyed this post, you'll probably like this blog entry -;)
Saturday, November 17, 2007
The Price of Silence
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4 comments:
Power Dumper? Explosive Excrementer? Bile Blaster? Krap King? ;-) Funny Story.
If I were that child, I would have put the lid down and left the house.
She's gonna kill you for telling! LMBO
From one power-dumper to another:
You go Girl!
Much love - Matt
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