I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I find toothpaste everywhere.
Not globs of toothpaste, like someone put too much on their brush, and spit out a big, unused glob. No, what I find are long, ropey strands of toothpaste. Like someone just squeezed it directly from tube to counter.
“Why the crap is there toothpaste everywhere?” I yell to Paige. I go directly to the source. Allie still has help putting the toothpaste on her brush, so I know the culprit is Paige. It’s no wonder I go through a tube of toothpaste in about a week flat.
“Huh?” zombie Paige replies, barely acknowledging me, since the Animaniacs are holding her attention on TV.
“Toothpaste,” I say simply. “Was there some sort of toothpaste calamity in the bathroom?”
“What?!” she says defensively. “I was trying to catch a bug!”
I can’t even yell at her, because I pretty much do the same thing with hairspray. Except I save it for the really scary bugs, like wasps, or spiders.