I’m not being big-headed, but my son is a genius. Dave relayed this story to me.
Ethan left the table to go to the toilet. After a short while he wandered into the kitchen with pants and trousers around his ankles.
Dave asked him whether he had wiped his bum, flushed the toilet and washed his hands. The answer was no to all three.
Dave ushered him back out of the kitchen and started to help him sort himself out. While this was happening Ethan was looking in the “pan” and said “my poo looks like South America.”