What Gil Says: "Seahorse"

This interaction happened just after I work up this morning. My son Gil rushed into the room and told me:
"I made a seahorse!" Big smile.
"Cool. Can you show me"
Slightly confused look. "I made a seahorse in there."

In there turns out to be the toilet, and he can't bring it to me because the "seahorse" is the shape of his turd. I looked, so it was.

As soon as I see it Gil closes the toilet lid and flushes. "The seahorse is all gone," he says cheerfully. I'm cheerful too. I'm quite glad I didn't wake up to clean up a rogue seahorse, deposited floor-side somewhere in our house.