Bathtime
Maia was engaged in cleaning the tiles beside the bath while I washed her. (Aside...does it make me a bad mother if I am secretly hoping she might clean for me when she grows up? Probably does, hey?)
Anyway, while scrubbing the tiles, she found a little yellow mark she couldn't remove. We tried soap, bubbles, baby wipes, shampoo and elbow grease but nothing would shift it.
She asked what it was, and I answered 'A stain.'
'A stain? It is because it stays there even when I clean it.'
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what I imagine they call innate logic.
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