You Are Not Allowed to Wash Your Feet!

During our stay at the "Spiderweb Cottage"(as Hannah calls it), when we returned from the beach I would wash the kids' feet in a bucket at the front door. On occasion, at the new house, I have carried the kids to the bathroom and washed their feet in the sink after playing in the mud that is our yard. Basic necessity from my point of view. Total excitement from theirs.

And so it began that Jacob, who drags stools, chairs, etc. all over the house to reach things he shouldn't be touching in the first place, began the practice of climbing onto the counter to "wash his feet". The first time I caught him, I admit, it was kind of cute. The next time, when I also found puddles of water all over the counter and the floor, it wasn't so cute. The third time, when he was wearing pants, and soaked not only the pants but everything within a 5-mile radius, I started to get annoyed.

It's hard to stay angry though, when he looks at you with his big wide baby eyes and says proudly, "My washing my feet, mom!"

So now we have a new rule: You are not allowed to wash your feet. Period.

I don't care how cute you are.