Z and the Dancing Toilets

My sister was visiting the parental units with her family over the weekend. So I got to spend some time with each of her kids, including but not limited to my nephew Z. Z is in possession of one vivid imagination. He was explaining to me that he had a nightmare about dancing toilets that had him quite scared until his sister M came into his dream and told the toilets in no uncertain terms to go away and not come back. M has that kind of presence, if I were a dancing toilet I'd run screaming from the room.