so, yesterday i did something i NEVER do.
Sharon and i went to see a movie.
in the middle of the day.
we were expecting the theater to be completely empty…after all, it was 1:20 in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week, but alas, it was packed. and since i have the habit of having the.worst.luck.ever, i was sitting next to a woman who took out a surgical mask in the middle of the movie and put it on her face. clearly, i’m going to catch something.
this morning, the boy called to me from the bathroom:
“Mommy! Where does Dorothy take a bath?” Dorothy is our fish. who we can’t manage to kill. she’s been with us fo over 3 years. that’s a long time for a fish that we won at a carnival.
“In her fishbowl sweetie.”
“Where’s her soap?”
“She doesn’t need any.”
“Then how does she get clean?”
“She’s a fish. she just doesn’t need any soap.”
“I don’t know.”
“So, she gets clean without soap?” you can see where this is going…
“Well, if she doesn’t need soap, i don’t need soap.”
“Joshie, my dear, once you’ve grown some fins and scales, you no longer need soap in the bath.”
that settled that. for now.