Toilet Trouble

It is lunch. I'm cooking some delicious pasta. Ms. Crazy Preschooler is calmly eating an apple. Gus is in his high chair chomping away when I look over. He looks at me and throws up. (I'm not sure if he didn't swallow right or what.) I take him out of the chair and change his clothes. I change my clothes. I go to the kitchen to clean up the high chair and floor. I hear a suspicious sound before I'm done with the high chair, and peek my head around the corner. Gus is in the bathroom. I go through the gate to get him out of the bathroom and find this lovely suprise in the toilet. Hair brushes. Soap. Deoderant. Even the toothpaste. Hmm. Boys. They have to be soooooooo curious. To make matters worse, Ms. Crazy Preschooler had forgotten to flush last time. Needless to say, I used a lot of disinfectant and went on with life. However, it was most disappointing that the pasta scorched and was generally overcooked.