Our bathroom has a gnome.
Several times a day, he finds the bathroom looking something like this:
And he gets a twinkle in his eye. (I imagine.)
He starts to disarrange things.
Pulls out the potty chair and disassembles it.
There must always be a toothbrush on the floor.
Leaves a bottle of shampoo on the floor (if he doesn’t also squirt some out).
Surveys the effect.
No, still not quite right.
He opens all the drawers.
Let’s spill some baking soda on the countertop.
Leave a piece of floss. (preferably used)
Skew the rugs. Drop a wet towel. Leave a little something in the toilet.
(Don’t worry, I won’t put you through that.)
Oh, yes. Much better.
That’s more like it.
I’ve never seen this guy, but my kids definitely know him, as he’s introduced himself to all of them. I know this because they mention his name every time I ask them who was responsible for this mess in the bathroom. It’s kind of an odd name for a human but I guess it’s pretty normal for a gnome.
They say he’s called “NotMe.”