Brad’s comment yesterday reminded me of a childhood incident. I had a red plastic spoon that I really loved for some reason. It wasn’t an eating spoon – it was a play serving spoon. One day I had it in the bathroom and I dropped it in the toilet. I was distraught! My spoon was gone forever!! I ran crying to my mom who said the strangest thing ever: “Get it out.”
Out?? That was impossible! Things that went in the toilet were gone forever! Exit only! Surely that liquid was acid or something. But no, I put my hand in that deadly water and…. got the spoon.
Amazing! I didn’t lose an arm!
However, I am fairly sure it wasn’t my favorite plaything after that.
Lauren's dad says
My mom would have made me wash the spoon and my hand and forearm with bleach!
bekahcubed says
So funny.
We rinsed cloth diapers in the toilet and I remember the neighbor kids being completely grossed out by it. I was more grossed out trying to come up with a better place to put the pop from my little siblings’ diapers -- in the sink? in the yard? Ewww!
bekahcubed says
^poop
Brad says
Ha! Bekah, my mom did that too. I had forgotten about it, but when you said something, the image popped right back into my mind. How interesting!
Lauren says
Hi, Bekah! Good to hear from you!
Yes, the toilet is the only spot for that stuff. What else is someone supposed to do? 😀