Suh-weeeeeet.

Ethan is my 7-year-old son. Tabitha is my 9-year-old daughter. Caleb is my 12-year-old son and has nothing to do with what follows. I, of course, am me.

I am a late sleeper because I am a late worker. And nocturnal. The following event occurred in late morning (9:30-ish) as I lay in bed, in a state of quasi-sleep:

I hear Ethan talking me, and register the following in my waking mind:

Ethan: Papa.

Me: Mmmmmwah?

He: Papa?

Me: Nnnggnnfffbbbllmmmmwhaddyawantethan?

He: Papa, I totally dunked in the toilet!

Me: What? What do you mean?

He: I sat down on the toilet and the seat was up. I totally dunked right in it!

Me: Did you get water everywhere?

He: Just a little bit. I wiped it up with a towel.

Me: K.

He: But I totally dunked right in the toilet. My pants are wet. I have to change them.

Me: That's OK. Good job cleaning up the water.

At this point, I roll over and hug my pillow for a few extra zees. Ethan goes out of my bedroom and starts up the stairs to his. The kids' bedrooms are on the second floor; mine is on the first.

As Ethan is going up the stairs, I hear him say to Tabitha, who is watching TV (television) in the living room: Hey Tabitha!

Tabitha: What?

He: I totally dunked right in the toilet!

She, in a cool, Fonz-like sort of way: Suh-weeeeet.