“Here you go, mommy!” Spencer thrust a bouquet of wildflowers into her hands. Maggie was so touched by her son’s thoughtfulness, but couldn’t help but notice that the stems were a bit damp, and that the blooms smelled a bit…sour.
“Welcome. I dipped ’em in the toilet before I gave ’em to you so they’d smell good.”
Maggie shrieked and ran to the bathroom, dropping the flowers on the floor. As she scrubbed her hands in scalding water, Spencer appeared in the doorway, confused.
“But, Mommy, I thought you liked toilet water.”