David and I had "This Old House" on in the background as we were cleaning yesterday. I sat down for a moment to feed Shelly and watched them visit a factory that makes sinks and toilets. And then they demonstrated their quality testing, and flushed big gobs of toilet paper. And lots and lots of other miscelaneous stuff. And then came the finale - a bucket of two dozen golf balls - dumped in, flushed, and swirled effortlessly away. At this moment I turned my head and saw my son standing about two feet away from the tv, completely fascinated. Taking it all in. And that's when I realized that even something harmless, like a home improvement show, was going to come back to haunt us down the road. "Archer," I said, "don't EVER EVER do that. Do not ever put balls in the toilet, do you understand?" His response, "Why? But they do that! They put balls in the toilet!" When I told Dad about this, he said, "Your only hope is that he forgets."
As a household that's already had to replace a toilet because of a rubber duck clog, I was not happy to see an innocent, family friendly program demonstrating how to ruin another toilet. What's a parent to do?
As a household that's already had to replace a toilet because of a rubber duck clog, I was not happy to see an innocent, family friendly program demonstrating how to ruin another toilet. What's a parent to do?
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Just try to explain to him that if he does this he wont have any golf balls left when Uncle Scott and Christopher come over to take him golfing.
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