Delicious.

Little Brother informed me a few minutes ago that he wanted a drink of water. I was heading to the kitchen to get one for him when he raced into the bathroom, grabbed a paper cup, and started to fill it.

I was happy that he was doing this for himself, so I got busy with something else.

Then he came walking very slowly into the room, clutching two fairly-squashed paper cups full of water next to his chest.

"Mom! I have a drink of water for you! See these cups that have my hands around them? One of them is for you."

I took my battered cup of "bathroom water" from my little guy with his soaked shirt. It was the best water I've ever drunk.