Truitt was walking around the house with a red straw. For a fleeting second I thought that perhaps I shouldn't let him do this, you know, in case he falls and the straw stabs him in the back of the throat, but I didn't take it away. Probably I should have.
Fast forward 10 minutes later when I went to go and meet Owen from school at the door. When I went back to find Truitt and Moyz who were awfully quiet and missing, I discovered them using the straw and drinking from the toilet.
I truly don't have the words for the disgust I feel, so instead, I will just post a picture to show how cute they are.