It's after 10:30 on Friday night. Which means about 2 people will read this post before Monday. Then, I plan to write a new post on that day. So, this is pretty much going to be one of those posts that will live in the halls of obscurity. Which is probably a good thing. But it has to be written.
I will soon be taking six of my seven children on a small tour of...the bathtub. I will point out what shelf belongs to them and what shelf belongs to me. As all of them are under 5 feet tall, they have the lower shelf. Makes sense to me. Their's is also the shelf with the shampoo that has the word "baby" or "kids" in front of it on the label. The girls' conditioner bottle is on the aforementioned lower shelf.
My shelf also has shampoo and conditioner. My shampoo does create tears. My soap? It costs about $10.00 a bottle. No way does my 4 1/2 year old rough and tumble boy need to smell like warm vanilla.
And, for the record, may I ask: What in the world does my 6 year old need with shave cream?! Seriously.
Yes, big doings in our home this weekend. A tour of the bathtub and short lecture containing the phrase "keep your crummy hands off my stuff."
Next week: "Learning by Example: How to Teach Your Children to Share."