MOMMY! COME TO DA BATHROOM! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS!
What, did you dismantle the toilet paper holder again?
No, come and see my ship!
My ship, my ship! My ship in the toilet!
That is not a nice word, mister.
Yes, that word. Nice people like you and mommy don’t say that word. Unless we slam our hand in the dishwasher and lose a few fingertips and then have to pick them out of the Cascade and put them in the fridge until we can get to the hospital to have them reattached. Then it’s OK. But otherwise, we never say that word, got it?
Yeah. (pause) COME TO DA BATHROOM TO SEE MY SHIP!
Stop it! Who taught you that word, anyway? Was it your babysitter? That dirty kid at the playground? I bet it was him. He looked like some rough trade, man. I’m not sure, but I think he even had some jailhouse tats and…
MOMMY! COME TO THE BATHROOM AND LOOK AT MY SHIP!
OK already! I’m here. Now…what’s that?
My poop in the toilet. See? It looks like Darth Vadar’s ship!
Oh, for the love of…OK, sweetie. Can you flush the ship now? I think it needs to go fight the Rebel Forces or something.
Sure, mommy. Bye-bye ship!
Yeah, bye-bye ship. Give my regards to R2D2.