Why is flushing the toilet so hard? I can understand the kids having problems with wiping, it's a tricky skill to master. I even cut the boy a break on his bad aim, because every now and then I still miss right out of the gate. But flushing? It's so simple. You're done and you flush. That's it.
It's not like when I was a kid. We were on well water and we had rules. Two of them.
If it's brown, flush it down.
If it's yellow, let it mellow.
That is hard for a child. Not only do you have to know your colors well, you have to use critical thinking skills. Okay, let's see, that is one giant blob of brown. Now, what do I do? Oh yeah, flush it down!
But today, the kids just flush no matter what's laying in the toilet. Yellow = Flush. Brown = Flush. Brother's Toothbrush = Flush. Yet, amazingly, I can still walk into the kids' bathroom and find a floater two or three times a week. Even worse, Leah likes to use the basement bathroom, which I clean about once a week. She's the worst when it comes to not flushing. There is nothing grosser than a week-old floater.
Unless, of course, you consider the Disgusting Diary.
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