The Poop Deck

We were just finishing dinner when my 3-year-old son asked to go outside to play.  His sisters were already in the grass, pretending to be at the beach.  Not wanting to go inside to put on a swimsuit, he removed all his clothes and joined in the fun.  We continued eating.

Suddenly, my bride began screaming toward the window facing the deck.  I looked up.  I saw this:

We caught him just as he was squeezing out a little turd.  My wife tried to stop him while I took this picture.  This fairly well summarizes our perceived parenting roles.  

The reason there's a toilet on our deck is because the guys who are renovating the kids' "jack and jill" bathroom put it there while they work.  It's been outside a few days now.  Long enough that I thought there was no confusion as to its functionality. 

My Bride:  You should...get a rag or something and clean that thing out.
Me:  It's a toilet.  It's supposed to have turds in it.
Her:  But it can't flush!  You're just going to leave it there for the workers to remove? 
Me:  They won't have to remove it.  It'll be a good way for them to test it when it's back in the bathroom.  We're helping them with quality control!
Her:  You're as disgusting as your son is. 
Me:  You act appalled, but really you're struggling to contain your admiration for me.

In lieu of fishing out the sewer bass, I closed the lid, which is basically the same thing.