Whose Genes Are These, Anyway?

Who's the bigger fool? The fool who puts his head in the toilet, or the fool's mom, who believed that he had learned his lesson and would not repeat the stunt? It's really hard to say, but I am left wondering if our son is not as bright as we gave him credit for being. Does this mean that he is destined to become a dumb jock? Or does it foreshadow years of being bullied by kids like this, who will stick his head in the toilet and flush? Or does he just take after his Uncle Stuart, pictured below, sometime before his second birthday?
Please be sure to observe my oh-so-stylish 1985 pants, socks, and shoes there in the hallway. We should have known then that Stuart would grow up to be a surfer, since he so enjoyed the feel of the tide at his feet. (For those of you unfamiliar with this popular story in my family's lore, he used to climb into the toilet and flush his feet.)
So, perhaps I should not despair. Maybe he will grow up to be good looking and fluent in four languages like his uncle. Perhaps it is a sign that for the sake of science, he will be willing to sacrifice his own comfort in future experiments? I'm not sure what hypothesis he is seeking to prove right now, but I am holding out hope that there is one. However, until he moves on to a new experiment, I'm afraid to let him go to the bathroom alone. Unfortunately, he is only one of many around here who seem to need my attention almost constantly, so chances are good that his hair will experience a few more toilet rinses before this phase phases out!