Save water campaign

The brat is learning about water conservation at school. Consequently, he is the current water police at home. Self appointed. Would that all the police on the roads would be that earnest about enforcing rules of road discipline and so selflessly at that.

"Brat, why is your waterbottle still full?"
He looks at me with the kind of expression one reserves for one celled lifeforms on the evolutionary scale. The kind that reproduce asexually and ergo have no social life to speak of.
"I am saving water. We must not waste water!"
Mamma hastened to reassure him that water ingestion was crucial to metabolic efficiency and his waterbottle would not contribute to the water deficit in any substantial way.
"Okay, den I'll not take water to school. I"ll take Frooti. That will not waste water. Is also liquid."

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Mamma is now trying to get the brat functioning independently and as a consequence of that effort she insists the brat bathe himself on Sundays, without assistance from Mamma. Finicky readers might note the backs of the ear and the neck are duly checked with magnifying glass for traces of dirt when he emerges.
So it was that this morning I instructed the brat to divest himself of his raiments and enter the bathroom where toothbrush, bucket filled with hot water and a clean towel awaited him.
He rolled around complaining to deaf ears about the injustice of a small child being forced to clean himself without adult assistance, exhibiting the same reluctance the pater exhibits towards bathing on Sundays and national holidays. Well, all I can add is that they're both probably high in the stakes to Godliness on those days.
Mamma barked ferociously and got him scampering into the bathroom. He was out barely five seconds later, no part of his person showing any evidence of having made any contact with water and soap.
"Brat, did you have a bath?"
He clambered on the bed and began pouring himself into the clothes laid out.
"Stop, brat," said mamma, in firm decisive tone that brooked no disobedience. He finished his toilette calmly and took comb to hair.
"Did you have a bath?" Mamma repeated sternly. The Pappa added voice to mamma's query.
"I hadda sponge bath," he confessed gailyn much to mamma's horror, because it probably meant he had dry rubbed his body with the towel.
"I is saving water no?"
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