I bent down to kiss Page4 a sweet goodnight. He put his pudgy little hands on my cheeks and pulled me down for a kiss. Then he whispered, “I washed my hands in hot water.”
“Oh,” I innocently replied.
“I got poop on them,” he said rather matter-of-factly.
“Did you use soap?” I cringed.
“Was I supposed to?” he asked.
I’m off to soak my face in disinfectant now…
(Man, I really need to think about some more intellectual posts!)
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In our home we had a daughter who, when she was no doubt younger than littlepage3, used the term “ya-ya” for the substance lingering under your son’s fingernails….somehow it seemed a little less germ-spreading, disease-inducing….still, nothing more terrifying than hearing “mommy I have a ‘ya-ya’”. You always had to hope it was all contained in the diaper.