christmas

the snake

Cami Kaos

18 Dec 2007 — 1 min read

A stop has to be put to Mr. Kaos and his remodeling insanity.

See, mom and dad are here.

You know? DaddyKaos and Nana. They're in my house RIGHT NOW.

Can you imagine a house full of the Kaos family? It is here.

So this morning I get home from dropping K off at school to find my mom sitting at the table.

Mr. Kaos is getting ready for a meeting (yes a meeting for his work that he is on vacation from) and my dad is no where to be seen.

Because he was up stairs engaging our toilet (the one we didn't spend 8 months replacing) in a battle of the wills.

He got it to flush.

Eventually.

But it is slow. And fickle.

It required mighty plunging. And then the snake. Snaking. (though we aren't sure it was very effective).

Mr. Kaos came up to check on us (my dad and I trying to snake the toilet together... family unity and all that) and when he saw things weren't going as well as they could he made one suggestion: Should we put in a new toilet for Christmas?

We have to stop him

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