When Elena was around 2 years old, she came to me one day and asked for a drink. As often is the case, I was busy with something else at that precise moment, and told her I would be happy to get her a drink in a few moments. She, not wanting to wait, decided to take the matter into her own hands. She went into the kitchen, got a glass off the counter, brought it up to the bathroom, and proceeded to quench her thirst with water she scooped out of the toilet. My older children watched this whole process unfold, and only called it to my attention after she was done drinking. So just today, I caught sight of my little Renee coming out of the bathroom with her drinking cup in her hand. Elena claimed Renee was drinking toilet water, a fact which Renee proceeded to deny. At least they both used glasses; I mean, slurping right out of the bowl would be unseemly.
Like my new antique kitchen table? The dog ate the old one up so badly it was unusable. We took it apart to use for firewood. This one is metal, so she should have a harder time eating it.
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