Rachel insisted on washing Drew's face and brushing his teeth while he was here; now she does the same to me. As I was getting ready to hoist her out of the bath tonight, she said, "Now I wash your face, Mommy."
She took her little pink washrag, swished it in the water and then squeezed it out a bit.
"Now I wipe the owie on your chin," she said cheerfully (really, it was a pimple that is about to erupt. Yes, folks, I am the only 44-year-old woman I know who STILL breaks out). Then I hauled her out before she could brush my teeth. She actually brushed them last night, so she probably figured I didn't need a second round.
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