In an effort to encourage li'l one to be independent, we had bought her a couple of plastic stools so she could reach the taps to wash her hands, brush her teeth, etc. by herself. Now I’m beginning to wonder about the wisdom of it all.
Yesterday, when I realized that she had been missing for a while, I went around the house looking for her. I found her in the kitchen, standing on her stool at the sink.
I had opened a new bottle of dish washing liquid the previous day. The level had now dropped to the half-way mark. There was a bowl in the sink. It had some a lot of liquid mixed with water and the scrub pad and sponge were soaking in it.
Me: What are you doing?
Li'l one: I’m washing my hands.
Me: With the scrub pad?
Li'l one: No… I was washing my bowl with that. The bowl was dirty, mummy… I’m just helping….
Well, I guess it’s the thought that counts!