Soooo, Mom had some water on her shirt today. I don't know how it got there. I know I would never dump the inch of water that was left in her cup when she griped at me yet again. I did, however, get her another shirt. A dry one even. But, she couldn't get past the fact that her shirt was wet. She started by flapping it around, frantically and with lots of complaining. Just as I didn't dump water on her, I also did not suggest she blow on it to dry it faster. That would have been mean. And not funny.
Sorry for the poor quality. I wasn't shaking from the uncontrollable laughter while taking the picture. As I said, that would just be mean.