Plunger

October 2007

Liam: "Mommy, the toilet is flooded."
Mommy: "Which one?"
Liam: "Downstairs."
We went downstairs to check it out. Sure enough it is.
Liam: "I'll get it! I'll get the plunger. Where is it?"
Mommy: "Ok, it is in the washroom upstairs." I went to lie down on the couch and wait for Liam (I was really tired at that time). I apparently fell asleep. Something hit my head. "Whoa, what was that?"
Liam: Looking at me with a grin and the plunger in his hands... he plunged me in the head with the plunger.
Mommy: "Eww, it is dirty, dont touch me with that!"
Liam: "Huh??"
Mommy: "It've been in toilet so it is full of germs, pee pee and poo poo. It's filthy! Where is the plastic bag that I covered the plunger with?"
Liam: "I took it off upstairs."
Mommy: "Can you get it please."
Liam: "Ok." Ran off upstairs to get it. Then he came back with the plastic bag in one hand and other hand reaching to me. "Eww the bag is wet and feels gooey."
Mommy: "That's why I told you dont touch the plunger with anything!"
Liam: "Yeah it is gross."

We fixed the toilet.
Now that gets me to wonder... how long did I sleep? What have he been doing with that plunger before he hit it on my head. Did he hop with it? Did he plung it on the walls, stairs, etc?

I don't want to think about it.