Tonight we stopped for a bite to eat before we went home and my wife was talking to one of the girls about something that I wasn't really paying attention to. I was only half listening until I heard my wife say something like, "I don't think your Dad heard about that. Shh."
Naturally it was too late, they had caught my attention. My wife and my two daughters looked at each other, deciding if they were going to share. The girls screamed, "No!" My wife disagreed.
Last night Lois and the girls were organizing the 'Girls Only Bathroom'. They had emptied out all the drawers and cabinets and they had spread everything out so they could sort it and put it back away. (Hmm?)
At some point Lois looked over at one of the girls who was standing there filing her nails and yelled out in a surprised voice, "Unnamed Child No. 1, stop that. What are you doing?"
"Filing my nails," my daughter said.
"Do you know what that is? Put that down!" my wife said.
"What?" my daughter asked. "What is it?"
"That's the pumice stone I use to clean the toilets."
My daughter started smiling. Big grin across her face.
"What's so funny?" my wife asked.
"Ask Unnamed Child No. 2 what she does with it," she grinned.
Unnamed Child No. 2 was practically speechless at that point, eyes wild as she pawed at her face.
It turns out that she thought it was for making skin soft and she had been running it over her face gently very nearly every day for God knows how long. "It makes my skin soft," she said. "Sometimes I use it on my feet, too."
Now I don't know whether to kiss them or throw them away.