The entire family is enjoying a day at The Great Wolf Lodge. (For those of you who don't know, that is the indoor waterpark version of Disneyland.) The 3-year-old has finally exhausted himself into a stupor, so I grab a towel for him out of the giant bin marked "clean towels". Cut to my husband asking me (in an irritated voice, no less)..."Is that a CLEAN towel?" To which I responded, "No dear. That kid just wiped his butt with it and gave it to me."