Not being saints ourselves, Tony and Wendy knew that the days would come when their children would do something costly to their belongings. I can recall throwing banana peels down my grandmother's toilet--for no apparent reason--other than it was something my little brother and I wanted to do! So, when our children dumped a plastic pretzel into our guest bathroom and it clogged the toilet...we had an inclination that the day had finally arrived. $400 dollars later, the tiny plastic pretzel emerged, the toilet was repaired and we all went on our merry way.
After this, we thought--we've been dealt a pretty decent blow. We won't have to deal with much more for awhile. Right? But, NOOOOOOooooooo!!!! No one mentioned that we should be weary of these little things, or even on the lookout for them, yet scarily, the simple 'toddler sock' has recently become the bane or our existence.
A few weeks ago, our new clothes washer suddenly went on the fritz. We were in shock. After a call to the washer repair man, and 15 minutes of his time, we learned quickly that these lovely little do-dads easily get caught in front load washer catch drains and hoses and therefore, require a garment bag for each and every wash. Hmmm...we didn't remember the sales guy telling us about this when we bought the thing--all three kidlets in tow, no less. Add another $200 to our bill..thank you very much!
Today, another interesting development. After picking up all three kids from school, we were blessed with a break in the rain and thought a visit to a local park would be a nice way to celebrate. Seems like a good idea, right?
Oh, nooooooo!!!
After trying to close the sliding rear door of our minivan (which simply wouldn't shut), we manually tried to shut it and it jammed. It didn't shut all the way, and the alert kept going off in the car! So, off we went to the dealership immediately to determine the cause of this problem. Literally 3 minutes later (and thanks to a very large/long screwdriver), we learned of the challenge--another toddler sock (above), which was jammed at the far end of the track (invisible unless you knew where to look for it).
Thank you little children of ours who constantly peel off their socks and shoes in the car--
for no apparent reason.
After a few hundred dollars, we're actually considering buying our children Crocs and sandals exclusively--and telling them that socks have simply stopped being manufactured in our country. Think they'll buy this story???
Ugh... How is it that something so small can become so problematic (and expensive?) :)
