When I was younger, around three or four years old, I had a phase of flushing things down the toilet. I would flush McDonald’s toys I didn’t want anymore or coins I had found in my room. The biggest and most hilarious thing I ever flushed was a gallon of milk. One day, I was bored and was looking around in the fridge, and lo and behold, there it was—a new gallon of milk. My tiny body dragged the bottle on the floor all the way to the bathroom. I opened the cap, poured it into the toilet, and flushed. I thought I was smart enough to let it go unnoticed, but I’ll never forget what my dad yelled out when he walked in. “Why in the world is the water white?!” My mom found the empty carton and just stared at me.