Sometimes we whistle while we...bathe in the kitchen

Sometimes we do this:

after a really messy supper.

It works really great. The little girls get clean at the same time as the kitchen. And for some odd reason, they find no purpose in climbing out. They just sit, splash, and throw their measuring spoons over the edge, all the while I'm wiping up milk puddles from dropped sippy cups, sweeping crumbs, and loading the dishwasher.

And then sometimes we skip pajamas on bath nights like these. Ok, we always skip pajamas on bath night, and slip them right into their next day outfits.

......And then there are sometimes when I wonder if the sweet old man who loads my groceries--at my favorite store in town--would think I was part of the loony bin if I gave him a big squeeze.