This afternoon, around the time I was dumping my cleaning water after nearly four hours of playing Maid Maven at someone else's house, Gutsy took it upon himself to organize the bathroom I had just organized two days before. Lovely.
I guess Geekster probably mentioned I was working and the middle gremlin felt inclined to do something nice for me. He really is a sweetheart most of the time.
Well, at least half of the time.
Sometimes only a third, but that's because we don't meet his high standards of quality on those days.
As I dragged my exhausted ass into the kitchen and dropped all the cleaning supplies on the ground, Gutsy whipped his head in and said "Mom, guess what? I have a surprise for you. Come see! I organized the bathroom! Come see right now!"
I shuffled away from the chair I was about to plop into and made my way to the bathroom, where I doscovered the sink and mirror ledge crammed with toiletries found previously in the medicine cabinet. On the left were the toothbrushes (all five of them) and toothpastes (all four of them) in a plastic container. To the right was my acne system, make-up and deodorant.
Gutsy felt the need to tell me what everything was just in case I inhaled too many cleaning products and had forgotten. "So we have toothbrushes, toothpaste - did you know we have four toothpastes open, Mom? That's kind of a waste - and then your makeup in that container there, and right at the end is your Lady Spread Stick."
Ever tried to swallow a laugh? It actually hurts.
"My... My what?"
"Your Lady Spread Stick."
"I bet Dad wishes I wore that all the time, eh Gutsy?"
"Oh, yeah! So you don't get stinky, right?"
"Riiiight."
Newly reading six-year-olds are awesome blog fodder.