I noticed that Kenny’s bathroom was out of toilet paper so I sent him upstairs to get some more.
As he ran off to get them, these are the thoughts that started running through my mind, “Wait a minute. I emptied the trash when Kenny was at school and his trash can is still empty. He went to the bathroom during lunch (#2). So what exactly did he wipe with?”
When I questioned Kenny about it, he said, “I wiped my bottom with my finger and nothing came off so I was okay.”
I think I stared at him and then his finger for a whole minute before finally getting out, “Did you wash your hands afterwards?”
“Okay, go wash them again. With lots of soap. And then wash them again.”
Yuck. We won’t be holding hands for at least another day.