At breakfast…

Mark:  “I need to go wash my face.  My teacher said she wants to see my handsome face.”

I focus on trying not to take this as a parenting critique.  Yes, he usually leaves the house with a dirty face.  He’s told to go wash his face and hands after breakfast but you know how it it–the hands are SO much easier to reach…

Kate:  “Oh really?”

Mark (back from the bathroom):  “Ta-da!”

Kate:  “Go wash it again.  You’re still ugly.”

I make a split-second call that laughing aloud is unhelpful.   Now I’m focusing on not choking to death on yogurt…


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