The plumbers

Two little boys, just less than a year old. Learning to explore on their own, they teach each other as they find new things...

My husband peeks in from working to chat, "Did you decide to clean the drains today?" Hmmm...now that's a strange question. Me, I'm an organizer. I love to organize. To put away. To clean out and find a brand new storage solution. I don't like the 'boring' cleaning that never changes: mopping, laundry, dishes, vacuuming, *ughhh* deep cleaning. "Not me," I said, "I haven't scheduled drain cleaning yet." "Well, you'd better look in the shower then," he replied.

O.k., we'll look-see in the shower. Probably just some dirt, huh? I walked to our bathroom and found the shower door open, the small grate covering the drain off, and a nasty, black, gooey hair ball the size of a hamster next to the drain. Ewwww....

I watched this story unfold again the next day. Patrick and Isaac crawl to the bathroom. Patrick shows Isaac how to open the sliding glass doors. Isaac shows Patrick how to stick your really little fingers in the drain cover and pry it off. And Patrick shows Isaac how to reach in to your elbow and pull out all the goo and hair inside. Wow. Now you know why I brush the shower drain with a toothbrush once a week.

We should hire these guys out. Two short plumbers, bargain rates.