Last Friday, while Ollie was having lunch in front of Sesame Street, I decided to mop the kitchen floor. After mopping, I ran to the basement to switch the laundry. When I came back upstairs, I found Ollie dragging a mop through the house. A very wet mop...
Ollie: Look, Mommy, I'm Helping!
Me: How did you get that mop so wet?
Ollie: In there!
He runs over to the bathroom door and points. I follow him to where he is standing over the toilet and pointing in the bowl.
Me: You put the mop in the toilet?
Ollie: YES! I'm helping mommy mop the floors.
Even though I wanted to lose my shit, I couldn't. He genuinely thought he was helping.
ME: In the calmest tone possible, I said something to my child no parent ever should... Honey, we don't mop the floors with toilet water.