Let me go wash my hands again

My husband and two children are preparing some desserts for Thanksgiving. I think The Girl is pretending she's on Hell's Kitchen. She's referring to what station she's working on and she's calling Husband "Chef."


This conversation just happened.

Boy: May I help?

Husband: Sure, I'll find something for you to do. You can stir this.

Boy: I'll go wash my hands.

Husband: Good idea.

[The Boy hurries to the bathroom, washes his hands, returns, and stirs.]

Husband: Good job! OK, the next thing you can do is...

Boy: Wait a minute. I need to go wash my hands.

Husband: You don't have to wash your hands in between each step.

Boy: Well, I accidentally put my hand down my pants.

[Husband and I burst out laughing.]

Husband: Well, thank you for your honesty. I don't know how that accidentally happens. And I'm pretty sure that you've just given your mother a blog entry.


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