An Exceptionally Clean Bathroom, or at least it is now...

I actualy have a story to "get down" before I forget it. Seeing as how I use this blog as my scrapbook of sorts, you all are very sweet to read my silly play-by-plays of motherhood.
Yesterday morning ended up getting a little wild. Miss Kylee was with us and the boys were in rare form. As in, complete goofballs.
This may be a little TMI for some, but here goes...
Benjamin said he needed to sit on the potty for a while...blah, blah, blah. Sometimes I think he uses the bathroom as an escape when things are a little wild around here. He would sit in there and read for an hour if I let him. Usually he reads his favorite book...the Bible Bedtime Stories from Uncle Dan & Aunt Syndi (we should retitle it, the Bible Bathroom Reader).
I kept asking if he was done and I got very stern "no's" on each visit. I was in the process of getting Kylee down for her nap and Jonathan up from his and dressed, etc. that Benjamin may have had too much time for himself in the bathroom while I was running around the house.
"I'm all done," came echoing from the bathroom.
I went in to find him standing in the middle of the bathroom, all ready to go. This is unusual because he has a hard time getting off of his little potty seat on top of the big potty (I know TMI; I don't think I have ever typed the word potty so much).
As I surveyed the bathroom, it looked like it had been wiped down with a really soapy sponge...everywhere. Even the rug looked soppy and soapy.
"I cleaned the bathroom." He said this very proudly so I didn't want to shatter the moment. This was a little difficult for such a weirdo control-freak like myself. When I do clean the baths (not as often as I should, I will admit), I am a little OCD about it. David once told me that when I clean a bathroom it looks as though it was just installed by the home builder. I think he thought he was teasing me, but that was a huge compliment. I'd take that over "You look nice" any day of the week!
"WOW! You sure did clean the bathoom. What did you use to clean it?" I asked.
"Your brush." As he said this, I figured he meant the brush I scrub the tub with, but I couldn't figure out how he got it out of the cabinet because of the child-proof locks.
Then I saw it. The toilet brush was laying on the floor next to its holder in a puddle of....toilet water. Afer a few more questions, I put the whole thing together.
He would dip the brush into the toilet and then "clean". Over and over. With a potty that he hadn't flushed. I was absolutely horrified at what the bathroom was literally soaked in.
The bathroom was out of commission until after Kylee went home and it could be "reinstalled". I put a child knob on the door and pretended like it never happened until the end of the day.
We had a discussion about which brush gets used where. But I did tell him that I am always thankful for his helpful attitude and appreciation for cleanliness.
Just another chapter in motherhood.