L'Eau De Toilette

This morning, Maya took yesterday's sippy cup off the "waiting to load the dishwasher" pile. Her cup of fresh milk from today was just sitting on the counter waiting for her, but no, that was not a part of her plan. It was gross enough that she drank some of yesterday's milk, but that barely scratched the surface of the upcoming grossness. I took it back and kept loading the dishwasher. Little did I notice that she snuck it off the counter again. I find her a few minutes later, in the bathroom, drinking from her cup. Evidence of old milk in the toilet and massive amounts of toilet water on the floor and her clothes point to a nasty conclusion. My dear daughter was drinking water from the toilet that hadn't been cleaned in two weeks. Straight from her sippy cup.