Jeff just came downstairs after emptying all the bathroom garbage cans. He didn't look happy.
"WHO put the poopy washcloth in the trash?"
A chorus of, "Not me!" rang out. One child was silent, looking stricken. All eyes turned toward him as he stood there deciding whether or not to lie.
"Jake? Did you put a poopy washcloth in the trash?"
Silence. Then he stammered..."I was twying to...uh...uh...."
"Why didn't you just use toilet paper?"
"Uh...I was twying...dere wasn't any toiwet paper."
So it apparently it made sense to hop off the toilet, climb up on a stool to reach a washcloth, and wipe his bum.
At least he didn't just use his underwear like he used to. That seemed to bring down the wrath of his parents. I wonder what he will use the next time we are out of toilet paper?