Which Witch?

As I sat down....finally....I discovered some sort of liquid on the end table by my chair.  I'm hoping it was the water that was my first thought.  I sent my littlest one upstairs to retrieve a towel.  More often than not, in most cases, I may as well have done it myself.   Honestly, at one point, I figured it would be there for the duration of the evening unless I personally did something about it.

It was at that point that I heard the heckling.  And saw the towel....flying through the air as it was coming down the stairs.  I was sure the Wicked Witch of the West was coming to the rescue with the much needed towel.

Confirmation.