Flushed away

After catching David jumping on my unmade (yes, unmade) bed for the umpteenth time today, wearing his filthy shoes, I was furious.  In the heat of the moment, this is the thoughtless comment that came out of my mouth:  "David, I'm going to flush you down the toilet!"  (A really dumb thing to say, on many levels, but it could have been a lot worse.)

David responded, "I'm not pee-pee!  I'm a big boy!"

I had to laugh.  And that made me feel much better.