Last night at bedtime, Seconda was wrapping up her evening toilette and I walked in to expedite the process which can take night on an hour. She was just finishing up washing her hands.
"Hey, Mommy, smell my hands!" she urged.
"Ooooh, nice!" I replied, without even smelling. I don't have the energy for miultisensory validation after 8pm.
"Yeah, minty!" she squeaked.
She dried her hands and observed, "There was no soap left so I used toothpaste."
"That's great," I said, picking up an armload of dirty clothes from the floor. She was already back at her bedroom door when I processed the information, "Wait, what?"
Then I had to drag her back into the bathroom kicking and screaming because she liked the minty sticky feeling of toothpaste-scrubbedhands and didn't understand why soap did the cleaning job better than Aquafresh.
Resourceful, that one.
So much coffee
18 hours ago