Yesterday while I was making dinner, a tearful Jamison came running down the stairs with an urgent message.
"Mom, my superhero fell in the toilet and is covered in poo." sniff sniff....watery eyes.
Apparently, this superhero was not so super enough that he could rescue himself from his current dirty dilemma so I sarcastically exclaimed, "Well, reach in a get him out and then wash your hands."
"I can't, I'll get poo on me!!" sniff sniff sniff.
At this point, I knew I was going to have to dive in as the size of this particular superhero would clog the toilet if it were flushed...not to mention Jamison would take a week to recover if his superhero joined the depths of the San Diego sewer.
Thanks to a "super" spoon with a long handle, the incredible hulk was rescued and bathed in bleach.
Who's the superhero now?
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