December 27, 2006

A Scene from GroovyVic's House

Picture it: Husband and I are enduring the nightly ritual of putting the younglings to bed. Daughter is sitting on the toilet, crying because she has to go to bed, and Son is about to brush his teeth.

Son: "Waaaaaah!"

Me: "Whaaaaat??"

Son: "I spilled my swish! Waaaaaaahhhhh!!!" ("Swish" is what we call the pre-brush rinse he uses.)

Me: "Well, clean it up! Why are you crying?"

(I look at the bathroom vanity...)

Me: " Stop crying. STOP CRYING!!!"

And so it went on. This was a relatively quiet night, too.