R.I.P. Cinderella

SO two year olds are funny. They do the darndest things, and get into the strangest of messes. My Maya is no different. She's on a "play in the toilet" kick.
We close the door, but it does no good, since she reaches the door knob. Assuming that she was quietly playing in the play room was dumb on our part, and the other day we found her playing with several of her little tub toy Disney Princesses in the potty. We pulled them all out, gave her a stern what for, and that was that. Until my wife tried to clean the toilet, and it wouldn't flush. I quickly took inventory and realized that Snow White and Cinderella had gone missing.
Reluctantly I plunged my arm into the toilet and found the ass end of one of them blocking the drain. After some manuvering with a screw driver, I managed to free Snow White.
But the toilet still would not flush all the way.
So I took the screw driver and found that Cinderella was jammed way in to deep, but would not budge.
Eventually I managed to snake her deeper into the drain, but only had a slow flush come out of it.
Early the next morning I was at Home Depot buying a Plumbing Snake. And to make this long story short, was able to push Cinderella all the way through and into the sewer system below.
So did she drown, did she committ suicide, or did I kill her?
Whatever the conclusion you may come to, she's gone. She leaves behind several other tub toy BFF's and a two year old determined to continue to play in the toilet.
In her honor, I'll share this piece I drew several months back. It's, in my opinion a bit "crappy"...(PUN INTENDED)....But here it is nonetheless.