Here we are the week before we are moving, and Cole flushes his "blue choo-choo train" down the toilet. We didn't see this happen, he just told us, and know he wasn't kidding when it wouldn't flush again. We hope it will pass, however it doesn't and are not allowed to use it (terrible considering it was in the master, and I'm preggo and getting up every hour!) After many attempts to get it out, PJ decides to take the toilet off and try to put this "snake" (which is a long cord thing that gets stuff out)in it. Well the snake gets stuck and now the toilet is sitting on our back deck with both the train and snake stuck in it. We don't know at this point if the train is stuck in the pipe of the toilet, or in the actual pipe down to the sewer. So, our attempt to "yank" the cord out, hopefully grabbing the train, is to tie it to the golf cart, slam on the gas and hope it works. I think you know where this is going (no, I'm not sending it in to "you might be a redneck" bc I'm sure it would win, and that's just bad. ) PJ attaches the cart to the cord, which is attached to the toilet... and there ya go. Instead of "yanking" it out, the toilet flies across the yard, into rocks and busts into a million peices. We've never laughed so hard. Guess what.. we found the choo choo!