Seth just loves "helping" me in the kitchen. Last week he wanted to help me knead bread. "Go get the stool from the bathroom," I instructed him. He disappeared obediently into the bathroom, but came back a few moments later without the stool. Then I noticed that his hand was wet. Suddenly suspicious, I said, "Where did you get your hand wet? Show Mommy."
Seth led me into the bathroom and cheerfully lifted the lid on the toilet.
Now, please, someone assure me that he has never washed his hands there before.