When You Ask For It . . .

One night this week after I had put the kids to bed,

One night this week after a friend of mine had put her kids to bed, she heard a crash in the bathroom near her children’s rooms.  When she investigated, she found one of her children washing his hands — soap and suds everywhere and the pump soap dispenser on the floor.

Baffled, she asked, “Why in the world are you washing your hands right now?!”

Her child looked up with a grin of hesitation.  “Scratching my butt??” was his truthful answer.

Surprised and amazed at the blunt and truthful answer, she agreed that that was, indeed, a good reason for hands to be washed.  She encouraged her child to dry his hands and get back to bed.

I must say my friend asked for it . . . . 

Don’t ask if you don’t want to know.  Just sayin’.


2 responses to this post.

  1. I literally laughed outloud when I read that! Gotta love boys! 🙂


  2. That’s just too funny!


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