So I am putting away the spinach, as I am preparing my lunch, and I notice a puddle in front of the refrigerator. "Oh, no! The fridge must be broken," I think to myself. But wait, there is a bit on the little plastic grille at the bottom. Philip must have spilled some juice and not bothered to clean it up. Rude. Wait, no, we are out of juice. Okay, what is this mystery puddle? No suspicious containers in the refrigerator; well, regardless of its source, I have to clean it up. So I get the paper towels and start wiping. Goodness that is warm and smells like... peeeeee! Because the dogs weren't just outside ten minutes ago; clearly there was either a urinary emergency or someone was trying to take over the refrigerator territory.
Oh, and Cameron is sitting in the corner looking GUILTY.
“Am I not a man and a brother?”
10 months ago