McKenna runs into the house this morning on a mission--straight to the bathroom. With the help of her Pops, she thankfully makes it to the toilet on time and even manages to keep her pants dry. (We've regressed this week, ugh.) Pops goes about his business but shortly sees McKenna walk out of the bathroom. Hmmm, no noise.
"McKenna, did you flush?"
"McKenna, did you wash your hands?"
Another sheepish look...then a look of enlightenment.
"No, buy my hands are clean! I lick-ed them!"