Tonight was Henry's first baseball game. Well, second, really, but the first one was snowed out. Ahem. Anyway, it was a great game. The sun was finally out and all the kids seemed to be having a very good time. At one point, Grace had to use the bathroom, so I had to take her to the dreaded Honey Bucket. Now, I have a real problem with germs. I know! How can this be with four kids, and living in the country, too? But, it is what it is.
Olivia came with us, and while I was helping Grace (that is, making sure none of her bare skin touched ANYTHING), I told Olivia to wash her hands. I was holding out my Purell to her (Yes, I keep hand sanitizer in my pocket. Shut up.), but paying attention to Grace. I turned around to see why she wasn't taking the Purell, and there was Olivia, scrubbing her hands with the dirty urinal cake.
I passed out cold.
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSo awful!
I know, it was on par with the time 2 year-old Henry picked up a dirty piece of dental floss out of a mud puddle outside the grocery store and started flossing his teeth with it. I'm amazed my children have lived this long.
ReplyDeleteDid you throw up a liitle?
ReplyDeleteUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!! You can at least take solace in the fact she didn't think it was a big candy and start lickin! How many bottles of Purell did you go through after that? Donna
ReplyDeleteThere's been a little throw-up in the back of my throat for 24 hours, now. I used the remainder of a half-full little bottle, then took her home and sprayed 4-09 on her hands while I ran a bath.
ReplyDeleteOh god. I'm shuddering in disgust.
ReplyDelete(and laughing at the same time)