Since when did toilet paper become fascinating?

I was making dinner. My kids were being eerily quiet. This should have been my clue. Suddenly Izzy ran into the kitchen buck naked and asked for more flushable wipes. Since my son does not wipe his own ass, I knew this meant trouble. We walked back to the bathroom together, where I was greeted with an overflowing toilet and an empty container of flushable wipes.

Trying to remain calm, I took Izzy to the changing table to finish wiping him (obviously I couldn't put anything in the toilet). But his butt was clean. I said, "Izzy, did you poop in the toliet?" He responded with, "No." WHAT? I wanted to scream. I said, "Then why did you put all those wipes in the toilet?" My child stared at me with a blank expression.

I returned to the stove and turned the food off, and then I made my way back to the bathroom. I plunged the damn toilet for nearly 30 minutes. NOTHING HAPPENED. I don't know if you remember, but we only have one bathroom. I started to panic. I called John at work to ask if he wanted me to call a plumber. John said no and that he would be home soon.

Thirty minutes later my husband arrived home to snake the toilet. He retrieve a HUGE wad of flushable wipes. We both scolded Izzy and told him how upset we were. However within the hour, my little boy was in the bathroom playing with the roll of toilet paper. According to him, he was merely blowing his nose. Yeah right!

So, we had to lock Izzy out of the bathroom. That is right - my son now has to ask for permission to get into the bathroom. There is never a dull moment around here. NEVER.