The latrine stage

When I was more youthful, around 3 or 4 years of age, I had a period of flushing things down the can. I would flush McDonald's toys I didn't need any longer or change I had found in my room. the greatest and most clever thing I at any point dumped was a gallon of drain. multi day I was exhausted and was glancing around in the ice chest low and observe there it was, another gallon of drain. my modest body dragged the container on the floor the distance to the washroom. I opened the top, let it go into the can, and flushed. I thought I was sufficiently keen to release it unnoticed yet I'll always remember what my father shouted out when he strolled in. "why in the hellfire is the water white?!" my mother found the unfilled container and just gazed at me.