My boy has a habit of blocking toilets. (If that's all you need to know, skip the rest of this post!)
It happened again at my dad's house. "Do you know what that kid did?" my dad asked.
"No," I answered. "What did he do?"
"He left a present for me in the bathroom."
I tried not to laugh. "Did he, now?"
"Yes. And when I tried to flush it, the toilet overflowed. About two inches of water puddled on the floor."
I wrinkled my nose. "That's pretty disgusting."
The man continued. "Then your son came in the bathroom and saw the mess. Do you know what he said?"
"What did he say?"
"He said, 'That looks like a pretty wicked flood. I'm going to go back up to the attic now while you clean it up.'"
I nodded. That sounded about right.
My father had more to say on the subject. "Later I went down into the basement, and noticed water on the ceiling right below the bathroom."
"Uh, oh," I said. "So you had some water damage from the wicked flood?"
"Yes. I had to replace five ceiling tiles."
Poor dad. Yep, I'd have to agree with Bubba - that was a pretty wicked flood!