One day, my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me. I was about 2 years old and had just recovered from an accident. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys. Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought him a little cup of 'tea,' which was just water.

After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home. My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!' My Mom waited, and sure enough, here I come down the hall with another cup of tea for Daddy, and she watched him drink it up.

Then she says, (as only a mother would know), 'Did it ever occur to you that the only place that baby can reach to get water is the toilet?'