Toilet humor

In the last couple of weeks two of the three toilets in the house had been backing up regularly. I couldn’t figure it out and was often found talking to myself, mumbling, “They just don’t build things like they used to! If this goes on, I’m going to have to call a plumber…” Well, good thing I didn’t make that phone call. I was finishing up the dishes in the kitchen yesterday when Robbie went into the bathroom. He was taking a long time, so I peeked in to see if he needed help with anything. To my surprise, he stood there, pants still down, holding a wad of toilet paper about the size of a volleyball. Oh my!
I asked him, “Do you use that much toilet paper every time you go to the bathroom?” “Yes!” he said with his trademark sheepish grin. Mystery solved.