Saturday, 5.45am. Morgan's joined us in bed at some point before this — this is fairly common. He's woken up though, and starts talking to me.

Daddy... be careful when you go scuba diving.

Mmff

(Time passes)

Daddy... how often do you go scuba diving?

Mmff... ummm not very often these days

When will you next go?

Errrrr I don't know. Probably when it's warmer - maybe in the summer, or when we're on holiday.

(Time passes)

Sound of sniffing...

I dropped my torch.

Which torch?

My pink one

(This being a freebie from Coco-Pops)

Where did you drop it?

In the toilet

When?

Last night when I went for a wee

Did you leave it in there?

Yes

Ah. Sorry Morgan — I saw you hadn't flushed it when I went to bed, so I flushed it for you.

(Major Tears)

Much later

Morgan tells me that he'd had a dream about dropping his torch in the toilet. At this point, I work out how his mind had worked (accepting his dream for reality):

1. I dropped my torch in the toilet
2. Things in the toilet go to the ocean (see Finding Nemo for evidence), therefore:
3. My torch has gone to the ocean
4. Scuba Divers swim in the ocean too (again, see Finding Nemo)
5. My Daddy is a Scuba Diver. Therefore:
6. He can fetch my torch for me, next time he goes. I wonder when that will be...
7. But he's my Best Daddy, so I'd better warn him to be careful

We entered the conversation at the end, and worked backwards. Except that of course, once the toilet is flushed, it's gone forever.

What a wonderful boy — I love him loads.