After an extremely long day at work, I arrived at daycare to pick up Scout and my niece, Izzy. I quickly scanned the daycare for Scout. I saw three girls, including my niece, coloring at the table, two boys sitting on the couch playing a video game, and Scout, with her underwear and skirt around her ankles, standing in the middle of the play area. Even though my initial instinct was to turn around and leave her there, like a good mother, I fought that urge. Instead I approached her and said, "Oh Scouty, what are you doing?" This is when I realized why her underwear and skirt were around her ankles. Directly in front of her was a delicate, red child's teacup filled with a not so mysterious yellow liquid. Scout, ever the sly child, looked at me, shrugged her shoulders and said, "What the heck?"