Yesterday, Connor proudly announced to me that he had "plugged the toilet". Today, he got up from nap, went to the bathroom (after consuming a cup of prune juice) and called in Ed to see his masterpiece. In Connor's words, "I 'tunk up the joint - and I turned the water all brown". I'm not sure if Ed high-fived him or just smiled broadly as he took Connor back to bed to finish his nap. I think it is at this moment that I am delighted that my second child is a girl, and hoping that this character trait is a masculine one.