Thursday, August 13, 2009
It's the suds I see as I pass our bathroom. Mustache-man looks up. "One more," he swishes and spits a glug of bubbles into the sink.
"Honey, are you washing your mouth out with soap?"
Nod. He's already sucking in another swig from a red cereal bowl. It's the frog one with big buggy eyes. He swishes another shot and vaguely aims at the sink. Spit.
"Is that because I said being naughty makes your heart dirty?"
He grabs a rumpled hand towel, grins. "Now my clean."
After scrubbing all the marker off his hands, greathearted one tries to make his heart clean.