Wash my hands please!
"I wash my hands," he insisted shoving his open hands in my face (well, trying for my face, but instead poking my neck) as I sit at the kitchen table typing more revisions.
"Why?" I say, typing the last train of thought elbowing away his hands. I finally finish my sentences and turn to him, "Why do you need to wash your hands?"
I take his small, seemingly clean hands, into my own--much larger, knotted, crooked, blistered, rough hands and flip them from side to side. No dirt. No mess. No paint. No cat puke. Or (gasp) human feces. No stickers. No markers. We're clean.
"Dirty Mom," he insists stopping off into the family room.
I listed for a moment-- no crying. Hopefully he because pre-occupied with the myriad of Thomas the Tank Engines that are trailed along the floor on imaginary railways. I return to my computer screen and book that is haunting my day and nighttime dreams. I must finish the revisions. I chant this day after day as I work through it.
Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. The pit-pat of little feet comes running across the house to me again. "Mom," he sighs, "I had boogers. I'm clean now."
Well, now I know. I just wonder where the boogers went.
"Why?" I say, typing the last train of thought elbowing away his hands. I finally finish my sentences and turn to him, "Why do you need to wash your hands?"
I take his small, seemingly clean hands, into my own--much larger, knotted, crooked, blistered, rough hands and flip them from side to side. No dirt. No mess. No paint. No cat puke. Or (gasp) human feces. No stickers. No markers. We're clean.
"Dirty Mom," he insists stopping off into the family room.
I listed for a moment-- no crying. Hopefully he because pre-occupied with the myriad of Thomas the Tank Engines that are trailed along the floor on imaginary railways. I return to my computer screen and book that is haunting my day and nighttime dreams. I must finish the revisions. I chant this day after day as I work through it.
Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. The pit-pat of little feet comes running across the house to me again. "Mom," he sighs, "I had boogers. I'm clean now."
Well, now I know. I just wonder where the boogers went.
