I was in the bathroom after The Girl had finished her bath, and I noticed a huge wad of toilet paper clogging the bathtub drain. Disgusted, I pulled it out, and I pondered whether or not to confront TG with what I had found. I honestly thought I might be better off not knowing. I never know what I might find in the tub when TG gets out. I’ve found sticks, glitter, play-doh, full containers of water, to name a few of my odd post-bath discoveries. I was ready to consign the wad of toilet paper to the category of things I’d rather not know about. But then I ran into her.
Me: Why was there a wad of toilet paper clogging up the drain in the bathtub?
TG: It’s not toilet paper, Mommy.
Me: It’s not? What is it?
TG: Cotton balls?
Me: Why was there a wad of cotton balls clogging up the drain in the bathtub?
TG: Because I took the cotton balls I was playing with and put them in the tub with me.
TG: Because I wanted to see what would happen.
Me: Well, did you find out?
TG: Yes. They get wet and make a mess.
Me: But why did you leave them clogging up the drain?
TG: I don’t know. Are you mad?
Me: No, Sweetie, I’m not mad. That sounds exactly like something I would do. Experimenting is a great way to learn, but you have to clean up after your experiments. Do you understand?
TG: Yes, ma’am.