Just call him the plumber
A week ago, I was picking up the downstairs bathroom and dropped a spoon (with nutella on it--who is eating nutella in the bathroom?) into the toilet as it was flushing. I was hopeful that the spoon would go on through the system, but no, it couldn't make it's way through the commode. Thanks to Joanna's sister Liseanne, Darren was able to take out the toilet and with Scott and April's snake we retrieved the missing spoon. 
