Damian is sitting at the kitchen bar as I am unloading the dishwasher, and I happen to look up and see him sticking his hand in and out of his cup of ice water. The same hand that I know has been in his pull-up, in his nostrils and god only knows where else.
“Damian! Get your hand out of there! You do NOT put your hand in your drink! That’s yucky!!”
Once again giving me that Mom’s Gone Dumb look.
“Mommy, it not my drink. It brother’s drink!”