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Let me start out with just a little pretext.
In an effort to keep the shower cleaner for longer, because cleaning the shower is a witch with a b, we keep a squeegee in there. Specifically, this squeegee.
For those of you who may not know, if you squeegee the water off the walls after you’re done, mold is less likely to grow. Read more in my Five Essential Chores to Keeping a Clean House.
Now for our real story.
I finished up in the shower the other day and went to squeegee the walls. The squeegee…something was wrong. The rubber blade had been torn apart. It looked like the edge of a piece of cheese that a mouse had eaten. Lis had been in the shower immediately prior to me. I was scared.
The missing pieces were nowhere to be found. Not on the floor of the shower, not on the floor of the bathroom, not in the garbage can. Knowing where those pieces went was no longer a priority because I didn’t want to know.
I wrote off the whole situation.
My husband comes out of the shower and asks me, “What happened to the squeegee?”
I chuckled a little and said, “I don’t know. Lis was in there before me.”
Now mind you, Lis was in another room down the hall.
Clay yells out, “Lis! What happened to the squeegee?”
Brace yourselves for her answer…
Very calmly, she responded, “I may have gotten a little hungry.”
What the hell?!
Neither Clay nor I said anything. What do you say to that?! I have no idea if she was serious or not. Honestly, I don’t want to know.
I think I’m content with never knowing. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
Please tell me I’m not the only one going through this? Please tell me your kids have done something similar!