The guilt party

This story is just too good not to share...

This morning was quite hectic with getting dressed, teeth brushing, yada yada, but as I came out of our room and into the bathroom I saw Mitch shaving, yes shaving with Daddy's razor, and he had his face lathered and razor running up and down his cheek. All that came out of my mouth was "aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh to your room!" Once I calmed down I told him that he may never use a razor again until he has whiskers to shave or starts driving and that he must clean the bathroom for 5 minutes since he likes spending so much time in there. The five minutes of cleaning was for me to continue to calm down and figure out, calmly, what to do with this inquisitive little 5 year old. The bathroom was actually very neatly cleaned when he was done and he apologized for using a razor and our day went on much like any other without too many other heart attacks for me. Whew!