Mess-C

Royanne knows who fits around her little

finger well (daddy).

I usually don't let her drink tea because

when she drinks it (dribbles it) it will stain

whatever she is wearing. (See post Making Soup

regarding stains and me).

However, Bruce

will. That's when you'll see me with a

towel, play clothes (translation: those already

stained) or just

plain giving a disapproving look.

So, when she wants tea, she knows

where to go. She knows I will not

give in. One morning I

brewed some for ice tea. I drank half of

it and sat the remainder smack dab in

the middle of the island. She wanted some,

I said no, and I left it there the rest of

the morning. Better to not drink it myself than

to have to tell her no, that she cannot drink

from my cup. I accidentally left

the bathroom door open and she got the

tooth brushing stool - mind you, this was

2-3 hours later - and remembering tea as

a distinct possibility, used the stool to reach the tea.

This was the result:

Mess-C, as she says!

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Oxy-Clean is my friend!

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