It is very possible that spent ten minutes cleaning this; that I scrubbed this faucet with a toothbrush, OCD style while doing my very best not to yell at my toddler to PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLAY WITH YOUR TOYS FOR FIVE MINUTES. (It is also possible htat I failed at the last part). Because I am in the midst of potty training my girl, a task which I decided to undertake at the same time as I am in the midst of a major reorganization project and I am preparing to face the horror that is my storage closet of doom. Before the nirvana that is domestic order, there is chaos. And pee-pee on the floor. So, I need to feel like there is one calm, peaceful, and clean place in my home. And today, my faucet serves that purpose.