Toilet Monster Baby.

"Where's Ethan?" I asked as I entered the living room with my son's food. I didn't have a dining room, so I had to make-shift a dining area with a towel on the carpet, until I could get one.

"I don't know. Maybe he is upstairs, playing with Cathryn," James responded.

I ran upstairs to search for my son, before the world ended.

Damion, Cathryn, and Stella were already causing chaos in the bedrooms.

"Mum, please tell Damion to stop screaming and trying to grab everyone," Cathryn told me.

I picked Damion up and sat him down on his bed.

"HELP! HELP!"

A small voice was calling, but I couldn't see anyone.

Suddenly Damion came running out of his room.

"I'm packing my bags. I've had enough of Dad!" Damion informed me.

I shook my head, and counted to ten.

Every one of the kids rooms upstairs was in chaos. I couldn't see the rooms for clothes, and I could barely get into Damions room as he had tried blocking it with his toy boxes.

"Dinner is ready. Downstairs, sharp!" I told them.

"HELP! HELP! HELP!"

There was that voice, again!

I had checked everywhere, including the bedrooms, or so I thought!

It hit me like a thunderbolt.

"Hang on, what about the bathroom?" I asked myself.

I had a toilet safety lock on the bathroom toilet, and I had locks on all of my cabinets because I knew that my kids would go to any means to explore, and my bathroom was so tiny; I had nightmares thinking about what would happen if I let them in there.

Logic told me that Ethan would not be in there, because he could not get in there.

Could he?

I had children who were old enough to unlock that door, but I didn't realise it until now; and I had checked every room in the house, but there was no sign of Ethan, not even in the garden.

Sometimes logic doesn't always tell the truth, and my logic had to be thrown out of the window at this moment because...

God only knew what trouble Ethan could have gotten into.

Anyway;

I decided to check the bathroom, though I couldn't imagine what he would be doing in there, because everything had been locked up.

When I entered, all I saw was two little feet wriggling about, and all I heard was a voice calling,

"HELP! HElP!"

I didn't wait.

I pulled Ethan out of the pot, before one of the kids got it into their heads to push the flush.

"Ethan! what were you doing?" I asked, trying to sound serious but failing badly.

"Looking for the toilet monster!" he told me.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I know that my child might have been hurt, or worse, but it was like a scene out of a horror comedy show.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Damion said he was down there!" He told me, pointing to the toilet.

"There is no such thing as a toilet monster!" I told him, but it didn't work.

I cleaned Ethan up.

I would deal with Damion, later, though I wasn't sure that I could take this situation seriously.

"Mummy, he was purple with giant teeth, and big gooky green eyes. He was going to eat the toilet. I have to go back down there!" Ethan explained.

That was it; I cracked up laughing so much, I could barely stand up.

"Ethan..." I started between laughing.

Ethan then started laughing too, which only made things worse.

We spent about twenty minutes laughing until our sides split.

I could not understand what Damion was trying to achieve, and I just could not deal with it, right now.

"He's really down there, Mummy. I saw him!" Ethan told me, laughing again!

I managed to get Ethan downstairs for tea, but everytime I saw Damion, I burst out laughing.

I was glad when the kids finally went to bed,

but...

I realized that was my last call, to save my son!

Every time I used the bathroom;

I ended up checking for the damn toilet monster!