Moms Do This Superhero Stuff All the Time

I’m sitting on my hotel bed when I hear Olivia in the bathroom, say, “Uh-oh."

Great.

Bracing myself, I walk in to see that she’s taken the cap off her toothpaste and dropped it squarely (or roundly as the case may be) into the drain.  She’s taken the sink-closer-upper-thingamabob out, so the top of the cap is a good half inch below the bottom of the sink.

I figure I pay for these stupid, tacky acrylic nails for occasions just such as this.  But no, there’s not enough clearance to wedge them in.  I try using a comb to lever it out, also with no luck.  I sit down on the bed, fuming, and try to figure out what to do.  Then it hits me.

Chewing gum!

Fourteen seconds later the sink’s good as new.  But now I need to brush my teeth again.

Great.