Finding Nemo

So today was interesting. I was sitting in the livingroom when Jake came out and announced, "No more Nemo underwear!".
"What do you mean?", I glared.
"I flushed my Nemo underwear down the toilet", Jake replied proudly.
"Show me", I said, keeping my rising anger hidden from him.
We walked into the bathroom and he pointed to the toilet and told me again that he flushed his underwear down the toilet. After questioning him several times, just to be sure I understood him correctly, I asked him to go into his room (at this point that would be the best place for the guy!). I flushed the toilet and sure enough, the water level rose to the rim, indicating a blockage. I didn't panic, but I didn't know what to do; Nemo was stuck in the S-curve of my toilet. For the rest of the day, I debated the possible outcomes of sending Nemo further down the system into the Napa river. I consulted a friend who assured me that with a little push from the plunger, Nemo would pass cleanly through. Sure enough, two attempts and the water followed a forceful path downward.

This is not the first time Jakob has tossed something into the toilet. Votive candles on several occasions have been rescued, a curling iron is now out of service due to submergence, and of course copious amounts of toilet paper have altered the water:solid ratio too many times to count. However...underwear!? It's going to be a long time before I can relax with confidence as my boy heads towards the bathroom.