Both of my sons, for the first time, today, used the toilet. Reid first, and then Ollie a few minutes later. I’ve been reassured that the sloppy-wet high-five I got from Reid shortly following his victory over the toilet was caused by nothing but a freshly-washed hand.
No such assurances were forthcoming regarding the toy car (Lightning McQueen) that was rescued from the toilet after Ollie’s victory celebration. By Ollie. Just before handing it to me. And just after trailing its drippings across the bathroom floor.