7 Year Old With A Plunger + Clogged Toilets=2 IN Of Water On My Bathroom Floor!

Ethan managed to clog our bathroom toilet today while he was hanging out in our room. He likes to play with the X-Box 360 and watch movies in there. So, today, he used our bathroom. He came out and told David. I was feeding Grayson, so David had to go help. Twenty minutes later, David emerges from the brinks of the bathroom, and informs me that the toilet is so badly clogged that he had to dump three bucket fulls of water from the toilet into the bathtub, and that he left Ethan to his own devices with the plunger. I panic. He's 7. We all know how this story is going to go, right? I can't get up right away because Grayson is still happily nursing away. CRAP!!

Fifteen minutes later, I'm finally able to get up and see what's happening in my bathroom. I hand Grayson off to David for a burp, and walk towards our room. I here him trying to close the bathroom door. I say trying because our bathroom door does this awesome thing in the winter where you have to lift the door and pull it closed until you hear a click, otherwise it opens on it's own. In the summer, it doesn't do this. We don't know why. I open my bedroom door, and see Ethan trying to slam the door shut. I reach the outside of the bathroom, pull open the door, and step on the carpet outside my bathroom. The first thing I notice is, my socks are wet. My socks are wet on the carpet outside my bathroom door. Oh, dear God, why are my socks wet? WHY ARE MY SOCKS WET?!! That's when I hear dripping into the vent. Yes, we have floor vents. I look down to my left to see water running into the vent. That's when I do that thing that cartoons do where they start assessing the situation faster than their eyes move. There is water overflowing out of the toilet. It's all over the floor. It's going into the vent. It's soaking into the carpet. All the clothes that David has left on the bathroom floor and our bathmat have soaked it all up, but it doesn't matter, it's still coming out of the toilet. And there, in the middle of it all, is a 7 year old trying not to giggle. I do one of those forehead swipes that you do when you just want something to go away, and you think that swiping your forehead is magic. Well, it didn't work. It never does. Maybe my forehead swipe is broken. As I'm swiping my forehead, here comes Claire, with a running leap into the water. Oh yeah, splish splash. Good thing it was time for a bath. I recover from my non-magical head swiping and finish plunging to toilet. I then tell David that this is his fault for leaving a 7 year old alone with a clogged toilet and a plunger. I have Ethan get towels and dry the floor, then I wash everything. Then, I have Ethan Wet Jet my bathroom floor. It was eventful. Very eventful. I hope it never happens again.

The carpet is partially dry, and I think the warm air dried up the water in the vent pretty quickly. Lesson for hubby: Never leave a 7 year old alone with a plunger. NEVER!!!