He walks in the living room holding a paintbrush. I say, "Jamie, where'd you get the paintbrush and what are you doing?"
Jamie: "I'm painting, mama."
Mama: "Yes, I see, but where did you get the water?"
Jamie (as he's sucking the 'paint' off the paintbrush): "uhm...the toilet?"
I quickly ran into the bathroom to make sure the toilet water was at least fresh. Thank goodness it was. Not that it makes it okay...but it makes it better.
Oh what a clean, clean boy I have.
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