A plumber fixed the toilet on Friday. It was a full afternoons entertainment for the kids, Big Sis will be talking about it for a while… The poor guy, it was Friday afternoon and he was ready to knock off - our toilet replacement job turned into a bit of a nightmare. Firstly the right bits weren’t present in the new toilet and he had to go out and find them. Then, the bit sticking out of the wall wouldn’t fit neatly into the bit sticking out the back of the toilet (technical terms). There was much brute force and a number of fittings applied in an attempt to bridge the gap!
Big Sis was delighted with all this action in her bathroom and made sure she had a front row seat, very, very close to his feet. I should add at this point that one of Big Sis’ favorite activities is helping daddy fix things. She likes to identify broken things throughout the day and line them up for when daddy gets home. She has lots of helpful suggestions like, “daddy we need new batteries”, or “daddy we need your toolbox!”.
Anyway, as the plumber struggled with the toilet installation Big Sis sat as close as she could and the conversation went something like this:
“Our old toilet’s broken”
“Mmmmm”
“Is this the new one?”
“Yep”
“It’s a nice toilet this one”
Silence
“Is it a bit big one? Doesn’t it fit?”
Silence
“Is that too small?”
Silence
“I know! Maybe you need a different toilet, that one doesn’t fit - is it too big?”
“This one will fit - its OK”
“Daddy could fix it - he’s got a tool box, he fixes lots of things”
“Mmmmm”
“I need to do a poo, can I do it on that toilet?”
Silence
“Sometimes I use a potty, but I’d like to use the new toilet today, are you finished?”
“Maybe call your mummy?”
“No, I’ll wait”
The poor plumber, he was barely holding it together, but I couldn’t rescue him. All I could do was hover outside and laugh at the conversation. Big Sis was relentless, at one stage he went back to his truck to get something. Big Sis pursued him to the front porch but knew she wasn’t allowed onto the street so she stopped there. When I approached she demanded: “Mummy, carry me over to his truck, I want to watch what he’s doing”.
Yep, she’s a great little supervisor my daughter - wonder where she got that from?
Daddy, Helping, Plumber
