I was scrubbing down the master bathroom as the girls played quietly in the room . “Such good girls” I thought to myself as I cleaned. I heard a soft humming noise and peripherally noticed Piper trying to put something in the cats mouth while the poor puss lay trying to nap upon our bed. I gently told her not to put things in the cats mouth not taking notice of the object in which she was trying to push open the little pussers lips with (busy mothers often take notice then file it for later when something of importance happens). Piper was quick to obey and began another task with the instrument as it gently hummed. This time I peripherally noticed her cleaning the post of our log bed and smiled… "she’s emulating her momma"… sweet thing. She then went on to clean her foot, the baseboard, the trim around the door and finally came into the bathroom where she began scrubbing the floor around the toilet with the tool, which I then took notice of (busy mother brings up file). It was my son's toothbrush. I gasped, grimaced, then told her that it was Jack’s toothbrush and to stop that immediately, the toothbrush is ruined. Being an obedient child she stopped and then quietly left the room. I vigorously went back to my task of cleaning, the fresh scent of Ms. Meyer’s Lavender soap now filling the room. A few minutes later my son comes up to ask me a question. As I lift my head I see the toothbrush in his mouth ( busy mother again pulls up the file recalling all the lovely places the toothbrush has been). A look of shock and horror must come across my face because my son’s eyes widen and he says “What?!” I tell him to take the toothbrush from his mouth and shamefacedly tell him about Piper’s cleaning adventures with thus said toothbrush…. from cats mouth, to bed post, to feet, to the floor around the toilet, the baseboard and the door frame..... “Mama!!”
Thus is the story of a mother and an older brother with two little sisters and a toothbrush. I shiver to think what is worse~ the floor around the toilet or the cats mouth, which recently by the way had a chipmunk in it.
Moral: Keeping a toothbrush where little sisters can reach can leave a bad taste in ones mouth.
Have a good evening!
the evidence...
the perpetrator
the victim...
where is she? Do ya see her?
