So the plumbing survived our first major attack of the
terribles. In the end, Hubs managed to wrench a small doll house table out of the trap, but only after the plumber had already been by to inform us that the entire toilet would have to be removed and reset.
And that it would cost around $500. The story will now become a part of family folklore, each year the toy becoming larger and Hubs digging deeper into the toilet to wrestle it free.
But of course there is another part of The Tale of Two that I don't want to forget.
When I kiss his little toes, he always raises the other foot for a "turn." And there's the cute way he insists on an afternoon nap, saying "tired now," while snuggling his blankie like a long lost lover. And that laugh that shakes his entire being. It makes us all smile.
As is usually the case, two sides to every story.
