I Am Still Me

A few weeks ago, my youngest probably flushed a toy down the toilet. It all happened fast — he had a clutch of PJ Mask figurines as he ran toward the bathroom, singing the theme song of same at top volume for the uncountable time of the day. My oldest tailed him but only arrived as the force of the flush sucked everything down into the pipe.

For Catboy, things really sucked.

But, had he really flushed something? We couldn’t be sure. He seemed to think he had, but the…