Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Once, one afternoon, I was doing double duty. Painting the guest bathroom and being adult in charge to an 8 year old, 'Sugar Bean' and her play date 'Terror Face' for a couple of hours. When these two girls got together it was never fun for me. I was expecting the usual artful dodging at pick-up time, which would leave me searching every closet in the house for the the little scampers while Terror Face's Mother, adding unnecessary anxiety, would inevitably agitate the situation, by her useless glares and her tapping foot in her own disapproving meter being completely unhelpful in luring the girls into some semblance of good behavior.
On this particular day, my faith in reformation was restored and I was surprised and pleased when Sugar Bean and Terror Face asked me if I was thirsty and would I like something to drink. "That is so sweet of you to ask! Thank You, I would love something to drink!" A few minutes later they returned with a high ball glass of OJ. As I reached down from my ladder and took grasp of the glass I noticed the girls looking suspiciously excited, unfortunately, I did not process this in time as my my thirst was too great to notice anything was amiss... until I took a sip of my juice. This juice, and some foul mixer. Calmly from atop my ladder I asked the girls, "Is... there... URINE... in this juice?" I was beyond livid and i could see my reaction reflected in the now terrified faces of the girls. Sugar Bean nervously nodded her head. My next question was strange, "Who's URINE did I just Drink?!" I confess, I relaxed a little when I learned that the piss I ingested belonged to Sugar Bean and not to Terror Face.