As I walked out of my bedroom a moment ago, the cat darted across my feet to find sanctuary from Sebastian, who loudly proclaimed "I need to go potty because I'm peeing on myself." While he was walking into the bathroom, Audrey was walking out holding a bar of Irish Spring which she was scrubbing with a baby wipe, which means the wipe canister is somewhere in the house with its contents strewn all over a floor.
I don't have any answers for this. I think I'd like to phone a friend.
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