As I heard the request, I knew nothing good awaited me. “Dad, could you come into the bathroom?”

Sure enough, an unpleasant task stared me down.  As my boy was changing the roll of toilet paper, the metal cylinder that holds the toilet paper had fallen in.  Fallen in with the other recent deposits to the toilet.  Ew.

Looking at me a bit perplexed, my boy explained, “I didn’t know what to do.”

Turning to my boy, I simultaneously began to solve the problem and explain the unpleasant truth.  “You just need to reach in…”

Pulling out the metal rod, my son looked disgusted, but undeterred, I continued, “… just make sure to clean up with lots of soap.”n

(Nasty) Job done, “Subtle Savage” style.