The plumber came the next day
I remember when my brother was younger and when he enjoyed to take baths. She was particularly little at the time and every evening my mom would supply his a bath. My brother enjoyed having toys and filling the tub up high with bubbles. It was what he would look forward to every evening. She would typically pretend that he was a pirate or fish. The tub had a little net with suction cups that would stick to the side of the tub. The net would hold all of his number one bath toys that he would play with. One evening my little brother was going crazy in the bath tub. She put all of his toys in the tub and was splashing and laughing. She was having a little too much fun. My mom told his to calm down a little bit however he didn’t listen. Once he was finished with his bath, and was wrapped in his towel, he took his toy and threw it in the toilet and flushed it. My mom got angry with his and asked why he did it. She responded that he didn’t like that toy anymore and it needed to go bye-bye. The toilet automatically plugged. It was seriously pressing that my mom call a plumber. The plumber came the next day. He got the toy out by using tools and draining the water, however luckily the toy wasn’t completely down the drain. Every time that my little brother had his bath my mom made sure he didn’t go near his toys and put them in the toilet.