Bless his little heart

In a feeble attempt to try and find the source of the illness that seems to continually invade our petri-dish-of-an-apartment, I have become soooooooo suspicious of everything. We just can't seem to shake the bug.

So in a desperate effort, I asked Andrew to not drink the water from our special delivery/bottled water dispenser. I knew this was a desperate attempt but ever since I found an "unrecognizable" something floating in one of the bottles, I have been extremely suspicious of the water that comes out.

And quite honestly, I am not crazy. I am just dog-gone tired of doing laundry after sick-children.

When I told him, he totally got it. I could tell. He said, "You mean the water not in the sink?" Yep.

And here is the proof................

The next time I walked into the kitchen these little notes had been taped ever-so-carefully to the front of the jug. Can you tell what they say?

Gosh. God bless his little heart!