Buddy held his belly as he bent over laughing. “You’re joking me, Devon.”
“I swear, it’s true! Isn’t it Garrett?”
Garrett grinned and nodded. “Yes, Buddy, it’s true.”
Buddy quit laughing and his demeanor changed to concerned. “But what if I fall in? What if Papa isn’t there to save me again and I get whooshed away?”
“You can’t fall into a toilet, Buddy. It’s not big enough for people to fall into, only big enough for poop and pee to get whooshed away.”
“Huh.”
I didn’t get the feeling that Buddy was particularly impressed with modern technology as we were able to describe it. At more than four and a half years old, he understood basic concepts like toothbrushes, soft beds, blankets, clothes—it helped that we had scraps to show him—furniture, and solid buildings. He even seemed to unde
