Excuse me, ma'am. I think there is a man lying in the bottom of your toilet.
Oh, that's only Papí, Dora the Explorer's dad. Let me explain...
While a 3-year-old was wildly gesticulating with her arms, she inadvertently knocked her electric toothbrush over, which somehow hit this gentleman and caused him to acrobatically fly into the toilet.
The sight of his body being partially swallowed by the toilet hole was a bit distressing to my two children, who have been warned repeatedly that if they stick their hands in the toilet, they will be instantly infected with a multitude of poop germs.
Marina urged me to hurry, lest Papí be flushed before the big rescue. Acting on pure adrenaline and survival instinct, I plunged my hand into the pool of poop germs and valiantly rescued Dora's father before she could be orphaned (that is, after I grabbed a camera and documented the crime scene).
Here is Papí, freshly disinfected. Doesn't he look wonderful?
In other news, you know how some superheroes have certain things that make them lose their powers? (Superman/Kryptonite) Turns out Marina's Kryptonite is face paint. She requests a face painting, we allow it, then she undergoes a state of depression.
Here she is showing me how serious she is about being a cheetah. The crown was just an unrelated accessory for the day. It's from New Year's. When asked why she was wearing it, she told someone she was "celebrating that Jesus was alive."
One of these is not like the other...
That about covers it. I better take my poop germ hand and make a someone a special meal.
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