You flushed what!

Ethan loves the movie "Flushed Away"; so much so, that he stands on the couch and asks to be pushed off. Once, he's on the floor, he asks you to "flush him." So, I make the pretend movement with my hand, and he rolls, swirling down into the sewer.

Today, he asked me to push him into the toilet, and without his prompting, I went to make the flushing movement, when he shouted, "No! No! Don't flush meeeeeeeee." He does this every time I mock flush him, by the way. So I went ahead with the movement, and he cried while he rolled across the floor into the make-believe sewer system. He was saying, "Mommy, why did you flush me?" He was devastated. I was surprised to see him follow the rules of his own game so closely that he would do it to the point of his own distress. Then, he dramatically crawled onto the couch and curled up like a sick old lady. I said, "I'm so sorry, Ethan. You always want mommy to flush you. I didn't know you didn't want me to this time." He said, in the most funereal tone, "Mommy, you just flushed my heart."

Sometime, I'll write about how he is preoccupied with blood, bleeding, and how his body makes "doo doot" and pee pee.