Or, alternate title: How did a marble get in the toilet?
I was reminded of this mystery when reading a Facebook post today by a mother who had found a random piece of poop in her kid’s bedroom. For her sake, I hope she figures it out.
I say this because I’m still perplexed — a year later — as to how a marble ended up in our potty.
At first, I thought maybe one of the kids dropped it in there. Or maybe it fell out of a pocket. Thing is, we didn’t have any marbles at the time. OK, so many one of them found it somewhere and kept it.
Initial line of questioning:
Me: So, which one of you lost a marble lately? Ha-ha!
Blank stares. They clearly don’t appreciate my stab at humor.
Me: OK. So, I found a marble in the toilet. I’ve done the honor of washing it. Who does it belong to?
More blank stares.
Me: You’re not in trouble! One of you, take the marble.
Both children: Ewww!!!
At which point a couple of disturbing thoughts slid through my mind:
Could one of them have … ? No, surely not… That would require eating a marble for THAT to happen, and first- and third-graders don’t do that. ……………. Or do they?
Yes, people, I actually accused the kids of ingesting and then pooping out a marble. They merely looked at me like I was an absolute idiot.
Hubs did the same when I tried — subtly, I thought — asking him if he knew how a marble ended up in the toilet.
“Surely you are NOT asking me if I did what I think you’re suggesting, right?” he asked incredulously.
Me: Blank stare.
He denied it. Of course.
Perhaps one of the dogs…???