It’s lunch time and there’s a stranger on the porch. He’s wearing overalls. He’s got scruffy hair with a beard to match. Who the hell is he?
Light bulb moment :The plumber!
Mister C had specifically sent me the details of his arrival.
And I had totally forgotten he was coming.
There was no time to check if the house was tidy. He was there. He saw me see that he was there. There was no turning back. He was coming in.
‘Hi! Come in!’ I said, probably too enthusiastically.’You are the plumber?’
‘Umm…yes,’ he confirmed with a crooked smile.
Off to an excellent start then.
I walked him toward the taps we were having issues with.
‘Hello! Hello!’ chirped the toddler, as he followed along behind. The plumber, the burliest of men, smiled. A heart smile. One that only the littlest humans can evoke.
‘Hi mate,’ he boomed. ‘What’s your name?’
From then on, it was a matter of Mummy fending off the toddler’s curious strikes at the plumbers tool kit. A wrench? This looks alright. A hammer? An excellent invention indeed. He was truly the most adorable wannabe apprentice plumber.
I told the plumber. ‘He’s inspired. He might become a plumber, too!’
To that, the plumber looked at me with serious eyes.
‘No,’ he shook his head. ‘You tell him to stay in school. He does not want to be a plumber.’
I laughed it off but really I felt so sorry for the man. It was the regret in his eyes. A good man, maybe a little tired of it all. A little bit sick of all the poop. Literally.
I hope he finds another gorgeous toddler to brighten his day tomorrow.
Maybe then the poop will seem a little less…poopy.