I'm Not Her "Best-Friend Anymore"
We were ready for breakfast and, of course, my daughter doddles her way into the kitchen (we never have a hot meal). I told her she needed to wash her hands before we eat, so she marches into the bathroom and emerges about 30 seconds later. I asked her if she washed her hands and I got a "Yes-es-es-es-es...es-es-es," trying her best to eke out a lie. I could tell she was because she was twisting her foot and had difficult keeping eye contact (and it takes longer than 30 seconds to wash one's hands).
So when I told her to go back and wash them again, boy did the sweet attitude turn sour. She then takes her play phone and proceeds to dial and tell her grandmother on me. Oh, yes, I am in SO much trouble.
Then during prayer, which she insisted on saying, we heard, "And please don't have them make me wash my hands anymore." LOL
I was then told that I was "not her best-friend anymore."
I wish I could have photoed the look on her face when I told her I was going to call "The germ police."