That's what he screamed as we heard Ben's little feet running out of the bathroom two weeks ago on a Sunday afternoon when we were entertaining guests for dinner. He was shrieking and as we ran from the kitchen, Brian saw Ben wearing only a shirt and tried to send him back into the bathroom to put his clothes on. Then he saw the wall of water chasing Ben out the bathroom door. "I BROKE THE TOILET!!" he yelled. He broke down in tears.
I ran upstairs and grabbed a ton of towels and threw them down to a friend to stop the water wall just before it hit the carpet while Brian shut off the water at the wall. Ben was crying, scared, wet and half naked. We sent him upstairs to put on some clean, dry clothes.
I knew we had been going through WAY to much toilet paper, but with trying to potty train Maddie, I chalked it up to her. Turns out the excess toilet paper culprit was Ben. He was filling the entire toilet bowl with each flush. So we have a new household limit of 5 sheets per flush. If you come to visit, please plan accordingly. :)
To really top off the event, Brian threw the wet towels in the basement sink when he was done mopping up. Monday morning I did the laundry. The washing machine drains into that sink. It was full of towels and I didn't notice. When I came down to change the loads, the basement was flooded. Ugh... At least the water heater hadn't exploded or the foundation leaked again? There is a bright side to every bad situation, right?
I ran upstairs and grabbed a ton of towels and threw them down to a friend to stop the water wall just before it hit the carpet while Brian shut off the water at the wall. Ben was crying, scared, wet and half naked. We sent him upstairs to put on some clean, dry clothes.
I knew we had been going through WAY to much toilet paper, but with trying to potty train Maddie, I chalked it up to her. Turns out the excess toilet paper culprit was Ben. He was filling the entire toilet bowl with each flush. So we have a new household limit of 5 sheets per flush. If you come to visit, please plan accordingly. :)
To really top off the event, Brian threw the wet towels in the basement sink when he was done mopping up. Monday morning I did the laundry. The washing machine drains into that sink. It was full of towels and I didn't notice. When I came down to change the loads, the basement was flooded. Ugh... At least the water heater hadn't exploded or the foundation leaked again? There is a bright side to every bad situation, right?
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