We were driving home from daycare when Toby’s incessantly runny nose reached the epic proportion it needs to catch Toby’s attention. He politely asked for a Kleenex. In all of the chaos of two kids, two car seats and two sets of winter attire strewn across the backseat, I couldn’t for the life of me find the Kleenex box and, being less than 5 minutes from home, opted not to put our lives at risk for the sake of sanitation.
“Sorry, Toby,” I explained as confidently as a I could,, “Mommy can’t find the Kleenex right now so you will have to wipe it with your sleeve.”
(Was this an appropriate solution? This scenario was not covered in my mommy-course.)
Nonetheless, if my suggestion didn’t horrify you, his matter-of-fact response will:
“Don’t worry about it, mommy. I’ll just use my tongue.”
To prevent the gag reflex, I quietly averted my eyes from the rearview mirror. I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination…
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