Rubie is always doing things that have earned her the name "Rascal." Today we were having lunch. She finished and wanted to get down. Carolyn and I were at the table eating and visiting. Rubie goes off to play. In a few minutes I hear the toilet lid crash down and Rubie comes running into the kitchen yelling, "Wet! Wet! Wet!" She was soaked on both arms up to her elbows. It was obvious she had been playing in the toilet. In one swift movement I grabbed her, whipped her shirt off, and up to the sink to wash her hands.
Later in the afternoon I was putting away some towels after doing laundry. I open the cupboard where the towels are kept and find a huge pile of soggy wet washcloths. Any guesses what happened?
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