Monday, September 28, 2009

Rattling My Chain

John has discovered the toilet. More specifically, he has discovered that the toilet flushes.

I hear a distant flushing. Knowing that there is presently only one potty-trained Dolin in the house, I investigate.

Me: What did you flush?

John: What!

Me: What is it?

John: It!

Me: Tell Mama what it is.

John: What!

Me: Tell Mama.

John, leaning over the now silent toilet bowl: All gont! All gont!