I really hate fishing things out of the toilet.
I just caught little kid in the bathroom with a little cup full of toilet water that he was poised to pour over his hair. There were three plastic fish and a Dixie cup floating in the bowl.
Yesterday, he found an egg in my parents' barn and bit into it. The look of horror on his face as slimy yolk dripped out of his mouth and down his shirt was almost worth having to clean it all up.
Edited to add: He just broke my Lenox Tinkerbell thing. I had bought it when I was pregnant with Big Kid and it was special to me. I just caught him standing on a chair near my hutch with it in his hands and when I put on my nicest voice to ask, "Oh can mommy have that?" to prevent him from throwing it...he smashed it to the ground. :-(