"Don't drop it in there, Daddy!"

So, I was sitting on the toilet, enjoying a regular old relief cycle, when in walks Kimball. This in itself isn't abnormal. When just the family is home, I usually don't lock the door because, well, I'm married to Judy, Kimball needs a good example of how to go potty while he's learning the same art, and Cameron is just too "wiggle", as Kimball would say (that means little). So, in strolls my 2-and-a-half-year-old and sets a couple suction cups on the counter (they had been in his window holding up an angel light display that Judy had just taken down, and the suction cups were needed back in the shower to hold up the shaving mirror). As he gently sets them there on the counter, next to me on the toilet, he casually remarks to me "Careful! Don't drop it in there, Daddy!"