What am I going to do with you? Honestly! I was just about to serve a mighty fine Taco Salad for dinner when I announced that it was almost ready and to go and wash your hands. All three of you scampered to the bathroom, and on the first time I asked, AMAZING! Journee appeared first followed by you and Preslee. Pulling your sleeves down and shaking your barely dry hands off, ready to dig in. When Journee (thank goodness)said oh by the way mom, Preslee washed her hands in the toilet because Jagger told her to. Horrified I first looked at Preslee and her damp hands and said "WHAT!" She lifted her shoulders up and down and said, "Jagger told me too." My then angry/grossed-out look transferred to you who was now beginning to squirm and I said "REALLY??!!" You couldn't look at me, not really. You gave me a sideways glance and a very mischievous smile crept across your face. Followed by a very quiet, subtle snicker. Realizing you'd been busted you quickly directed your sister back into the bathroom to help her wash off the toilet water. Sick!
I didn't tell you this but after I called out a few choice lecture words like, "you know better", and "I expect more from you," and "you should be a better example," I turned, and secretly, under my breath, I giggled.
Maybe you are just trying to survive in a house full of women. I can't say that I blame you. Just don't do it again!
Love Always,
XOXOXO
Mom
P.S. When I told dad, he burst out laughing, and said "sounds like a typical brother thing to do!"
No Help...Absolutely none.
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