Right of Passage

Jillian and her friend Hannah met the age-old right of passage yesterday when they threw something in the toilet that is definitely not meant to be thrown in the toilet - handfuls of Q-tips.  I could hear them giggling upstairs yesterday and assumed they were playing dress-up (which is what they were supposed to be doing). But after Hannah left I realized that they might have been up to no good when I saw some goldfish crackers floating in the toilet bowl and when I flushed... well, nothing went down.

Mark spent an hour trying to fix the problem with the plunger and later a snake, to no avail.  We kept asking Jill what she did and at first she'd only admit to the goldfish crackers and then in a really small voice, finally said "Q-tips."

It was around this point that I noticed that most of the box of of Q-tips was gone. They were also stuffed down the drain in the sink.  So suffice it to say, in came the plumber, who promptly dislodged a large handful of Q-tips from the toilet.

Jill wanted to know if she had to go to jail for doing something naughty.  I told her no, but as a consequence, we had her skip her much beloved gymnastics practice today.  Hopefully this is a lesson learned.