Could have been worse.
A couple of weeks ago, my friend brought his daughter to my place so our kids could have lunch and play together.

After i'd cleared up the shower of food that 3 under-6's make, I was doing the few dishes and chatting to my pal while he had a smoke on the doorstep, since the kids were happily playing in the next room.

I turned to see my (almost) 2 year old son soaked down one side and holding a dripping facecloth with a massive grin about his chops.

I took the cloth and followed the trail of drips through the living room and hall to the bathroom (bungalow) to find a 4 by 3 foot puddle. Meanwhile I was wondering where the water came from as he's too short to reach any taps.

Yes, the manky little oik had mopped out the toilet bowl with a flannel. Onto the floor.
The worries subsided after a couple of days when no chronic shits developed.

I've learned that my wife is not to be scorned for her neurotic bleach-queen ways.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 18:38, 2 replies)

Bit of toilet water won't hurt him.
Dish cloths, chopping boards ect. ect. blah blah blah...
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 19:05, closed)

^This.
Best not to think about, though, lest you develop germ paranoia.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 7 Feb 2012, 20:01, closed)