"Who spilled apple juice on the kitchen floor???" I hear Linnea say. She begins to grab for some towels to wipe it up.
It is suggested that it was maybe Ruby.
We tried to figure out how that happened...Ruby doesn't usually take anything out of the fridge and she had finished her breakfast and juice much earlier.
But wait--as I was coming to the kitchen, I recall seeing Ruby in her room changing her clothes.
Super-sleuth that I am, I started putting two and two together.
"Linnea? Wait...I, uh, don't think that's apple juice..."
Yes. Ruby had pottied on the floor.
At least no one had slipped in it.
No wonder people envy my cute little life.