The toilet is plugged, and my contact lens case is missing. We suspect the two items are related.
Sean: Jeezus Kee-rist, there is a ton of Lego in this sink drain? What the hell?
Cinder: You have to ask?
Sean: And where’s the little drain protector I put in here to keep this type of thing from happening?
Ender: I put in the toilet this morning. Weee!
I stand in the bathroom, which looks clean, but smells terribly, terribly like pee. I wish I had one of those hi-tech tools for examining the walls. Where is the secret pee spot now? I remember three-year-old Cinder’s glee when he learned that streams of urine could be used to hit targets (“Mom! Look! When I press my penis like this, I hit the top of the garbage can!”) Where is Ender doing target practice? The boy himself wanders in. Plops down on the potty. Then picks it up and dumps it into the garbage can.
“Oops,” he says. “I put pee in garbage can not toilet. Better luck next time.”
Well. One mystery solved.
Flora: Why do we all have new toothbrushes again?
Jane: You have to ask?
Flora: Oh, Ender! (pause) Mom? You know, at Mimi’s house, they have this thing on the toilet seat to keep it down, so their new baby won’t throw things in the toilet. Why don’t we get one of those?
Jane: We had one of those, briefly.
Flora: We did?
Jane: Yes. It was awful. You and Cinder didn’t know how to work it, so every time you had to use the bathroom, I had to run upstairs and take it off.
Flora: Oh. So you took it off? Where is it now?
Jane: Um… well, I didn’t actually take it off. Ender wrenched it off.
Flora: And flushed it down the toilet?