Bathroom confessions

The other day, I was sitting on my bed, reading, when Nolan came barreling into my room and headed right into the bathroom. The main bathroom upstairs is the boys' bathroom, but they prefer to use 'my' bathroom (probably because it's cleaner...). A moment later, I heard a loud splash. It sounded like Nolan had dropped an apple (or perhaps a small melon?) in the toilet. 

"Good grief!" I said to the culprit. "When did you last go to the bathroom?"

There was a pause and then a small voice said, "Um...a couple seconds ago."

Gee. Thanks for clarifying.