Last night, while munching away at yummy Jason's Deli, I looked over to find that Sam wasn't actually ON his seat where he was a second before. Just then his little toe-head popped up to report on all the sticky gum he had just found under the table. "Some of it is still squishy!" "Can I eat it?"
After I promptly screeched at him in a very inappropriate decibel for an "indoor voice," he begrudgingly went to the bathroom to wash his hands. After a VERY conspicuous absence, Daddy went in after him. Five minutes later, Dad returned to his meal while chuckling quietly and Sam rejoined us at the table. We went on to finish the meal pleasantly. Sam and Toby were excused and playing before Daddy decided to confess...Apparently there is a metal trap of sorts, that is removable I might add, that keeps non liquid objects from being flushed down the urinals in men's bathrooms...Apparently there was a lot of hand washing happening AFTER daddy went in to see what was taking so long.
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