Toothpaste soup

Last night I walked into the bathroom to find this scene. The boys had emptied out two tubes of toothpaste and half a bottle of handsoap into the sink, then added water. I don't know that for sure, because I don't know their recipe.

I asked what they were doing and received this as my reply, "We're making toothpaste soup. "

I should have known. They see me and Ron making soup every week. Why wouldn't they make their own? Actually, this was the second time they made it. The last time I thought it was sort of cute. This time Gus took the soup to a new level of gourmet. He added some toilet paper.

So, not only were we out two tubes of toothpaste, had a floor full of bubbles and water to clean up, but the drain was clogged. Luckily I've been known to clear out a drain or two using rudimentary bathroom utensils, so I took out the drain and undid the pipe under the sink. Such a lovely little collection of toilet paper wads, surrounded by lumps of toothpaste. At least it wasn't a stinky mess. Just minty.

And I can't blame them... they're following in our footsteps, learning to cook.