One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me. I was maybe 2½ years old and had just recovered from an accident. Someone had given me a little ´tea set´ as a get-well gift and it was one of my favourite toys.
Dad was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought him a little cup of ´tea´, which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, Mum came home.
My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was ´just the cutest thing!´
Mum waited and, sure enough, I came down the hall with a cup of tea for Dad and she watched him drink it up.
Then she said, in that way that only a mother can, “Did it ever occur to you that the only place he can reach to get water is the toilet?”.
