Another reason why kids are awesome

The Princess called me upstairs this morning to see something in her bathroom.

“Ta-da!” she said proudly, waving her hand like a game show hostess to indicate the sink.

The room smelled like some kind of cleaner, so I wondered how she might have gotten her hands on that. I peeked over the rim of her sink, and the hardened disks of yesterday’s toothpaste were still there, so I asked “What?”

Frustrated, she said that she had cleaned the handles and faucet, which were gleaming.

“What did you clean it with?” I asked.

She had scrubbed it with her toothbrush.

Okay, then.