We set up her little fiber optic Christmas tree. There was a broken ornament in the box, and Zoe was using the bathroom while I was trying to fish out broken glass. She called me to help wash her hands (she had her bathroom stool out in the living room, so she could reach the tree on the table, and couldn't reach the sink.) I told her to wait a moment, that I'd be there as soon as I'd cleaned out the glass.
So I finished with the glass, and went to lift her to the sink.
"Don't worry Mommy, I cleaned my hands."
I hadn't heard the water running. "How?"
"Like the cats do."
"The cats?"
"With their tongues."
..... "You LICKED your hands?"
"Yes! Aren't you proud of me?"
I've made sure she understands the importance of washing her hands. It didn't occur to me that I would need to specify she wash them with water.
Oversight corrected.
And, with that, I'll leave you with a quick pen and ink portrait, that I did as practice for another piece.
1 comment:
Eeeeew is right!
That's a sweet little bird. :)
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