I’m running the kids through the shower while Steph is off running a
favor for a friend. I’d hoped to have a nice surprise for her when she
got back — kids both showered. Along the way, Treanna managed to use seven separate washcloths. For a five minute shower. (I know it was five minutes; I stuck a timer in for her.)
Sometimes, I have no clue whatsoever
what my kids are thinking. She says that she just had to keep scrubbing
more and more. Apparently, she didn’t realize she could rinse the first
one out and reuse it; once it got dirty, that was it! Laundry time. Now
she knows better, and I hope having to do a special batch of laundry
tomorrow will help make it stick (yes, I’m a firm believer in making
punishments and admonishments fit the original incident).
Seven washcloths. This will be funny in a couple of days, I’m sure. Right now I’m just befuddled.