Yesterday Fainjin came home from daycare with his face painted like a crocodile (again – this must be the third time in two weeks). Before dinner, he decided to wash his face.
I couldn’t tell that he had washed it by looking at him. But then Babess came and snuggled me, and she was covered in tomato sauce… So I went looking for a facecloth to wash the sauce off me, and her. I knew there were clean facecloths in the bathroom drawer because I had just put them away.
Imagine my suprise to find a sopping wet facecloth in the drawer, on top of the clean, no-longer-dry ones. Argh! I pulled out the half-dozen wet-to-damp ones, and cleaned up Babess and myself with some of those. Oh well, they would have needed washing anyway, I suppose.
Then I noticed that the sopping-wet facecloth had a streak of green paint on it. A-ha! The culprit is caught
red-handed green-faced. “Sorry Mum!” crocodile-boy called out. “Never mind, just remember the drawer is only for clean dry ones next time,” I said as I went to dry my hands.
And saw my handtowel covered in green paint.
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