While Stella is sleeping soundly Presley and I wash our hair, face, and bodies. Then I jump out, dry off, and get ready. While I am getting ready P stays in the shower--writing in the steam on the glass walls or playing with whatever toys we have in the shower--she is ALWAYS good!
Well, today when Presley yelled to me "Time to get out!!!", I got the towel and opened the door to get her out. I instantly saw bubbles on the shower floor and the whole steamy shower smelled very familiar--like my face wash!

Presley had proudly "cleaned" the shower with my nice, exfoliating face wash (could she have used the nearly empty regular face wash?). I calmly said thanks but explained that we do not use mom's face wash to clean the shower. She was so sad that I was sad (yes, nearly HALF the bottle was down the drain). We dried off, cleaned up, and I moved the face wash to the small, taller shelf in the shower.
I guess I am lucky to have a sweet little girl who wants to "clean" the shower.
















