He Washed His Hands, But…

Zachary has lately been climbing the metal poles in our basement and then sliding down them, his hands squeaking and squealing against the metal the whole way down.

{think fingernails on chalkboard as I hear the sound coming through the floor from the basement ~ shudder}

The sliding process leaves a lovely residue on his hands and we’ve finally convinced him to wash them occasionally. The other day as I was working in the kitchen, he came running up the stairs, went into the bathroom, and yelled out to me, “I know you’re shocked. I’m washing my hands!”

I pretended to fall over from the shock of it all. When he saw me, he continued… “Don’t get excited. I still pick my nose.”

Ahh…the refreshing honesty of a 7 year old boy.

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