Is your handyman a wiseguy too?

We have a situation at our house- it seems that my children have no discretion when it comes to bath toys. They pretty much think that every toy in our house deserves a go in the tub. Because of this haphazard thinking, many innocent (and expensive) toys have been laid to rest. Examples- Talking baby alive- talks no more. Race car that drives and makes noise- rusted out and thrown in the trash. The girl's favorite thing to do is to bring Barbie in the bathtub and wrap her up all cozy in a dripping washcloth. Not really that big of a deal until Barbie has a button to push and sings. Needless to say, a couple different Barbie dolls sing no more. That is just the beginning of a long list of toys that have met their demise in our tub.

Yesterday I put Livvy in the bath. She was playing with a couple purple mardi gras necklaces in the tub. I figured it was no big deal. Those necklaces were launched at us from off of a Mardi Gras Parade Float when we lived in Mississippi. I pretty much consider them disposable because we have so many. I didn't think they could be a hazard in the tub- until I pulled the plug. I saw the smaller of the two necklaces make its way, slippery as a snake, to the drain faster than I could grab it. I didn't actually think it would go down but down down down it went making all kinds of clickety clackety noises. The rest of the water drained out and the entire time I could hear "clickety clackety". So I guess I have a mardi gras necklace stuck in my pipe. After a quick assessment and realizing this was not a job for me, I decided to turn the problem over to Dave when he got home.

Fast forward to Dave getting home. I relayed the whole story to him and the response I got from him:

"Lift up your shirt, that should get it back. "