Scene: We are returning home from a night with friends. Tate enters, eating a lollipop, doing the "potty dance".
Tate: DAAADDY! I have to go potty!
Dad: Well, then go. You know where the bathroom is.
Tate: But, I need help! It's an EMERGENCY!
Dad: OK, come one.
(Que the sound of peeing, then a very audible "clink")
Tate: Uh-oh!
Dad: TATE! Exactly HOW do you expect me to get THAT out of the toilet?!?
Later that night . . . .
Me (giggling): So, how exactly did you get that lollipop out of the toilet?
Him (disgusted): I reached in, grabbed it, then washed my hands for 10 minutes.
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