Disclaimer: If I owned Monk Trudy would still be alive so sad to say I don't own Monk


"Ew"

Natalie sighed. What was Mr. Monk going on about now. She loved him but sometimes he could be… well annoying to say the least. They had argued a few hours ago so she was less then patient.

"What's wrong Mr. Monk," Natalie asked.

"I just went number two. It's disgusting. EW!"

Natalie rolled her eyes.

"Everyone does it," she said

"I know. Why? It's just so gross"

Suddenly Natalie had an idea.

"If you think about it, it's really a clean thing. All the stuff that was on the inside of you isn't on the inside of you anymore. You know what I mean"

Monk thought about it. Then he smiled.

"Yeah," Monk said, "It's not gross it's great. Thank you Natalie"

He hugged her.

"Don't worry," he said, "I washed my hands"

Natalie laughed.

"Mr. Monk," she said, "if there's one thing I know I can count on it's that you washed your hands"