My youngest has discovered the toilet. This is a good thing if he used it for its proper use not for tossing rolls of toilet paper, socks and chip bags while waving bye bye as he flushes. I wonder what went through his mind as he watched me plunge the toilet madly this morning, cursing under my breath. My hands were covered in Andrew's socks to keep from getting splinters from the plunger (which the dog believed was a chew toy, but I haven't been willing to give up because it is the best plunger ever). I know what went through his mind is this lunatic actually my mother. Heaven help me...