My toilet cleaner, Ben
Ben watched me clean the toilet last night and had begged to help. Believe me, I would LOVE to have someone else take it upon themselves to clean the toilet (and the surrounding floor, for that matter)....especially when it seems like I'm the only one who manages to not make a mess when going to the bathroom. I'm always cleaning up others' pee it seems. I suppose that is what happens when one of the potty'ers is a 2 year old. I knew it could be messy with Ben helping, so after letting him slush the toilet bowl brush around one time I said, that's it, much to his dismay. Fast forward to this morning. Ben was back at it. I was enjoying a nice cup of coffee with white chocolate caramel creamer in my favorite coffee mug from the lovely Eryn Hannig, listening to Christian music before church, chatting with my husband, and thinking how nice it was going to be to spend the day with my mom's family for an early Thanksgiving in Watkins at the Streit farm. I glance over from my kitchen stool and see Ben vigorously cleaning the toilet with the brush. He exclaims with pride:
I'm cleaning the toilet, mom!
Oh boy, this could be messy. Sure enough, I see him taking the brush out of the toilet and flinging and spraying water everywhere...all over the floor, all over the toilet seat, all over the rug.
Ok, that's enough Ben!
I hussled into the bathroom to grab the brush and clean up the water.
And then I looked in the toilet.
Someone hadn't flushed.
I'm cleaning the toilet, mom!
Oh boy, this could be messy. Sure enough, I see him taking the brush out of the toilet and flinging and spraying water everywhere...all over the floor, all over the toilet seat, all over the rug.
Ok, that's enough Ben!
I hussled into the bathroom to grab the brush and clean up the water.
And then I looked in the toilet.
Someone hadn't flushed.
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