After watching Nora carry her little red stool into the kitchen and hearing strange noises I called her back into the living room.
Nora: (carrying her sippy cup, giggling, with water dripping down her face)
Me: Nora, what are you doing?
Nora: Drinking the water in the pan in the sink...more giggles.
....the pan of dirty water that has been there since last night.
Me: Laughing so hard I had to run to the bathroom before I peed.
Nora and I: Still laughing ten minutes later.