Thursday, November 13, 2008

Personal hygiene

I fear puberty. But I think this new obsession with personal hygiene is a good thing and probably attributable to that same scary freight train. You could have knocked me over with a feather when the oldest boy child came downstairs this morning and asked if he could take a morning shower. This is the same child who never throws his nasty gym uniform in the wash. And the child who, less than a month ago, whined about being forced to shower before bed after playing outside all afternoon. And the same child who seemed to have a serious allergy to his comb. And the same child who had to be badgered to brush his teeth. Hallelujah! There's hope. (And hopefully this means there's hope for them all eventually!!!)

1 comment:

  1. Ooh I'm still waiting on that. The greasy hair and dirty fingernails and just odd blackened ankle bones drive me batty... I have to stuff her into the bathroom and lock the door to get anything accomplished.


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