"Um, Kasie," he said, looking at his hands for a moment before meeting my eyes again. The nervousness was apparent on his face.
"Yes?" I asked warily, not wanting to hear the dire verdict.
"Looks like you're going to need two new toilets. I can't seem to get whatever is stuck in the elbow out."
I looked past him to the toilet that was off its bolts and lying on its side in the middle of the bathroom. "You're kidding, right?"
"I'm afraid not. I wish I was." He proceeded to demonstrate by winding a toilet snake up through the hole. It got stuck halfway. "What did he flush down there anyway?" he asked, looking at my two-year-old son who I held in my arms.
"Toilet!" my son yelled out happily. For someone so adorably cute he sure could get into a lot of trouble.
"I have no idea."
That night, my husband and I stood in an aisle at Lowe's trying to decide on which toilets to pick. 'Just don't go with a cheap one,' the handyman's words rang through my head. 'Or it will just happen again.'
"Honey, this one claims we can flush an entire bucket of golf balls down it without it getting clogged." I said as my children whizzed past me, screaming.
"Golf balls are round," he responded with a sigh. "Did you know toilets were so expensive?"
"Yes, I buy them often."
After settling on one of the many that claimed to be "virtually clog free" we had them installed the next day. As I stood talking to the handyman he said, "You should get toilet locks so that your son doesn't do this again."
"Yeah, I know, I'm already planning on it."
Right at that moment we heard a giggle followed by the noise of a flushing toilet. I took off running towards the bathroom, the handyman at my heels.
"Toilet," my son said with a laugh when we arrived in the bathroom. A whole roll of toilet paper lay soaking in the toilet.
"Man, he's fast," the handyman said.
"I know. I know."