Let the hijinks begin...

So Sunday morning I was looking for the remote to the DVD/VCR player. Searched all over the house, but it was nowhere to be found. No big deal, I thought -- Payton has, on more than one occasion, taken off with the remote, only to have it turn up in another room later in the day.

The day goes along, and still no remote.

We're getting into the evening now, and I happened to notice that the toilet in the bathroom is draining very slowly. Not thinking much of it, I got the plunger and started working to see if I could get it flowing correctly again. Left it for a while, and came back to work on it again. Still slow.

Sam suggested that I use an old wire hanger as a snake of sorts to see if there was something blocking part of the drain. And, knowing my son, it wouldn't be out of the question for him to drop a pacifier into the toilet (he's done it before). I got a hanger, started fishing around, but never really felt anything. As I was pulling it back out of the drain, however, I happened to notice something just past the curve of the bowl. So, I reached down in there (yes, the toilet does get cleaned on a regular basis...) and pulled out...yep, you guessed it:

The remote control.

As it turns out, Payton got a hold of it and dropped it down the toilet. Neither Sam or I noticed, and there it sat, just out of view. For how long, you ask? Well, I'm not quite sure, but at least half a day. That'll teach us to leave the bathroom door open!

As a footnote to the story, however, I cracked the remote open, dried it all out, put new batteries in, and the damned thing still works!