*Note* My Grandson, Graydon, is living with me while my daughter is deployed. Life with him is NEVER boring! The last thing I do before I go to bed at night is to wash my face. I always rinse the washcloth out, fold it and place it on the side of the sink, so I can use it first thing the next morning. No sense in dirtying up 2 washcloths, huh? The last couple of days I noticed my washcloth wasn't folded like I usually leave it. Didn't think much about it. This morning, I went in the bathroom and Graydon was doing his business, so I went ahead and started to brush my teeth. Graydon walked up beside me, grabbed my washcloth, and proceeded to clean his behind with it. I just stared as he folded it and put it back where he got it from. Never. again.
Oh yuck. Maybe using a new washcloth every day wouldn't be a bad idea. Or hang it somewhere higher where he can't reach lol.
I have to applaud Graydon's early penchant for order and organization by putting things back where and how he found them. It's a useful discipline to cultivate. Hermas
