One annoying thing about toddlers is that you have to strap a “potty seat” to your toilet when they transition from diapers to going pee and poop on the potty. For the uninitiated, let me quickly explain a potty seat. It’s a smaller toilet seat that snaps onto the regular sized toilet seat. The hole, for lack of a better term, is much smaller on the potty seat so your toddler doesn’t fall into the toilet when they are doing their doody.
There is a little less than a four year gap between our oldest and youngest child, so for several years, we had a potty seat that was contantly being snapped on and popped off of the toilet. This put an excessive amount of wear and tear on the white seat we had. After years of putting the seat on and pulling it off, four brown spots developed on the toilet seat. All that happened was the white paint wore off, exposing some sort of wooden composite material. A less technical explanation would be the potty seat made it look like there were permanent poop stains on the toilet seat.
My wife hated it. She constantly bugged me to replace the toilet seat. There was nothing wrong with it. No one was getting splinters in their butt cheeks on the rubbed down spots, so I didn’t see this as a pressing issue. This weekend, my wife ramped up the intensity of her nagging. It was quite impressive. Some of her best lines were, “I’m embarrassed to even have my mother over,” and “Bacteria is growing on the seat.” She’s dead on about the bacteria growing on the seat. The two boys spraying urine everywhere except into the toilet bowl makes sure of this. Seeing that the nagging was getting her nowhere, my wife appealed to a stronger urge. My wife said, “If you go to get a new toilet seat, we can stop and pick up some bagels on the way.”
After I agreed to get a new toilet seat, I realized this meant I had to remove the old one. This was the real reason I was dragging my heels on switching the toilet seat. I knew this would be a brutal job. With my oldest son, Bob the Builder, serving as a plumber’s assistant, it was time to get down and dirty.
There are two flaps at the base of the toilet seat that I had to lift up to expose the screws. Underneath that flap was a pile of crystalized urine. I was able to get the screws loose, but there were two wing-nuts underneath the toilet lid. Like an idiot, I reached underneath to hold them in place while I unscrewed the bolt. My bare hands came in contact with a greenish yellow gooey substance. The urine was somehow melting the metal. GROSS!
Once the seat was removed, two amber colored crystalized urine spots where the lid was attached were exposed. I had to use the flat head screwdriver to scrape this stain off because industrial strength cleaners didn’t work. After the base of the toilet was finally cleaned off, I took the old seat and made my way to the hardware store. My oldest son, Bob the Builder, assisted me on this journey.
I felt a little awkward carrying around the old toilet seat in the hardware store, but Bob the Builder strutted through the aisles with purpose. He was a little man on a mission. We located the toilet section and quickly matched our old toilet seat with a new, pristine seat exactly the same size.
When Bob the Builder and I returned home, my wife made sure we reported immediately to the bathroom. Quickly, Bob and I installed the new seat. My wife was beside herself with joy. With the exception of the birth of our three children, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her happier. The whole day she bounded around the house talking about the new magnificent toilet seat. She celebrated as each child broke the seat in. My daughter took the first poop on the seat. My youngest son was the first one to lift up the seat and pee into the toilet. My oldest son, Bob the Builder, was held in high regard because he was the one who picked out the magnificent, glowing white toilet seat.
Maybe in a new relationship, flowers, chocolate, or diamonds are the way to impress a woman. After ten years of marriage, the fastest way to a woman’s heart is with a new toilet seat.