Helping hands

So I keep this ratty old toothbrush in the bottom drawer of my bathroom sink, for scrubbing nasty bits like toilet stains and fuzzies on bathtub drains.  In fact, it is so rare that I do scrub nasty bits like these, I had kind of forgotten the toothbrush was in there any more. 

Until I found it last night, lovingly placed right on top of my own toothbrush in the top drawer.

*GAK*

I can only imagine Zoey rooting around for something (a tampon, maybe?) in the bottom drawer, finding the toothbrush, thinking for sure that Mommy had simply misplaced it, and returning it to where she thought it belonged.  So helpful, those preschoolers.

The toilet toothbrush was thrown away, and a new toothbrush for my mouth was scrounged from the hall closet.  There was Lysol, and there was hot soapy water, and order was again restored to my bathroom.