"Oh my gosh. He is so...seriously...look at all that toothpaste spit. ALL over the mirror. And I just cleaned that...honestly. I think if HE were the one doing the cleaning, he'd at least take the time to wipe up the spittle splat. He's just not careful."
I cross to his side to wipe up the smear and just happen to glance over at my side—light hitting the mirror from a different angle.
Will you lookie there.
Same exact splat.
Maybe even a little more.
Because spit happens.
And that, my friends, is a lesson in perspective.