Our friend who is a plumber (ok, how lucky is THAT?) was waiting at the house when Son One and his mother came home.

So, as Mike was getting to work, Mr. Smartypants got a note pad and a pencil, then plopped himself onto the hamper to take notes. After a few minutes of still unsuccessful augering, the boy started taking over.

Son One: That looks it will make it worse. You’re just going to make it worse with that thing.
Mike: No, buddy, the auger isn’t going to make it worse.
Son One: Have you thought about a wrench?
Mike: Yeah, buddy, I have one of those, but I don’t think it will help with this.
Son One:  Have you tried a plunger. I think that would work better.
Mike: Yeah, we already tried plunging.
Son One: I think there’s a star wars figure down there.
Mike: [Thinking that we’re onto something?] Yeah, that could be. It would be the right size, and I’ll bet that’s what it is.
[Mom signals that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.]
Son One: Or it could be a magazine. Or a toothbrush holder.
Mom: It’s not the toothbrush holder. It’s right there.
Son One: No, we used to have a different one, and it went right down in there.

Blessed are the contractors who indulge our talkative son.