Brandt and Blythe wanted to make sand pies this morning.
Brandt carried a small bucket into the downstairs bathroom and wanted to fill it with water.
We had to go run errands, so I told him the pies would have to wait.
Brandt thought otherwise.
The children disappeared.
The house fell silent.
I went looking for the mess.
I found it upstairs.
As sink water was apparently "unavailable," the children found the next best thing.
Yup. That's the small bucket with toilet water.
On the floor too.
Gross!
And while Brandt was working on filling the bucket with germy toilet water,
Blythe was getting into the dental hygiene basket.
Why do they always get into the things you want them to stay out of?
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