We are at my mom's doing laundry today. (What? We live in an apartment with no onsite laundry and it's cheaper than the Laundromat). Mom has turned my brother Kevin's room (which used to be my room when I still lived here) into a room for Allyson. She is in there playing with a little dollhouse:

"Wake up! It's morning time! Oh, Daddy, you can't be asleep on the toilet. Beds are for sleeping, toilets are for peeing."

I have been married to Ben for a little over nine years now and have no recollection of him ever falling asleep on the toilet. So I have no clue where this came from.