Cashman just fell in the toilet!
Once I quit laughing, I removed his sopping shirt, and stuck him in the bathtub. I commenced with the Kermit calling and he begged, "Stop it, mommy!"
I can't, and I won't.
When I was about 5, I sat down on the pot to watch my mother put on her makeup. I swore the lid was down. It was not. I got soaked. From then on out my dad called me Kermit. Bastard.
Now there's a new Kermit in the house. He's going to need therapy someday.