There are two kinds of wet in our household.
The kind filled with happiness
shouting and running a muck
in the backyard with an exuberant black lab
Then there's the kind of wet filled with
Perhaps an expletive of "Holy Crum Why Am I Wet?!"
I would say
best surmise this kind of wet.
You know, the kind of wet that occurs when you go to
fill the bath tub,
for Sesame's bath,
only to find out the shower head knob was left in
the on position.
So much for only wearing one shirt a day.