Super L is a “night person.” Like I was before kids, so she gets it honestly. She has spent the last 45 minutes running back and forth between the living room where Uncle Matt is hanging out, the kitchen where I am playing on Facebook working, and our bedroom where John is folding laundry. Then this situation unfolds:
Super L runs more rapidly than usual (you know, the kind of run kids do when they have something that they’re not supposed to have) into the bathroom. The sound of flushing follows soon thereafter. John steps into the bathroom just as the bowl is refilling with water.
John: Super L, what did just flush?
Super L: Um, the toilet?
Indeed. That’s about the best answer he’s going to get out of her.