We had a situation with the downstairs toilet seat. A Certain Person (named Jamie) broke the seat and sheared the screw right off! Mom alerted Dad that an emergency visit to the home repair shop was in order to prevent a one-cheek-sneak off the broken seat.
Dad had a customer. “I’m very sorry to cut this short. My wife and I have a big night out choosing a new toilet seat,” he explained. The customer laughed, and hurried with his purchase.
Erik thought Dad would be mad about the broken toilet seat, and was going to take the blame for it. But Dad actually took it in stride, because he hadn’t liked the downstairs seat at all. Jamie said he was just taking after big brother Mike, who “dropped a brick” in the upstairs toity and broke it a couple of years ago. Dad replaced that entire toilet with a Titan (“Can flush a bucket of golf balls!”) So far, the Titan is still standing tall and proud.
Off the human parents went. I wandered downstairs where Erik, Jamie, and Jenny were watching a movie. Erik’s bedroom door was open, so I curled up in the bed and took a little nap.
Mom and Dad came home shortly thereafter and Dad announced, “I’m not installing this toilet seat tonight.” I thought for a minute that Mom was going to bop Dad over the head with the new seat. “What do you mean? What if someone has to use the toilet in the middle of the night and there’s an accident?” Mom fumed. I wondered what kind of “accident” there could possibly be in relation to a toilet seat, but given Mom’s excited state, decided to keep my muzzle shut!
Me, watching them bring in the toilet seat.
Every male member of the household trooped into the tiny downstairs bathroom to “help” Dad. Dad needed lots of helpers, even though he had told Mom it was a one-man job. Mom brought Dad a garbage bag and placed it on the sink. Not five minutes later, Dad was hollering for one. Mom gave him the stink eye, but said nothing.
Everyone had a little job: One to hold the screws, one to get the paper towels, one to stuff the trash bag, and so forth (they took turns with these tasks).
When it was finally over, the toilet was as good as new. Everyone trooped out of the cramped bathroom and left Mom the dirty paper towels on the floor to clean up.
Well, you know what they say about a job not being finished til the paperwork is done!
Woof! Love, Maggie