Earlier today, Bryn started wiping down her easel with a wet towel. I commented on how nice it was of her to clean up her stuff. Then she asked me if she could get a piece of paper wet. Then she asked me if she could get a brochure wet. It occurred to me that I hadn't heard the sink running, so checked, and sure enough, there was the washcloth and the paper floating in the toilet. Along with a poo nugget that hadn't flushed. Could have been worse, I guess. She could have flushed the whole mess down.
The moral to this story is twofold:
1. Thank goodness for bleach wipes
2. Beware of dusted surfaces in my house.
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