Sunday evenings we serve as greeters at church. While we hold doors open the kids snack and play around outside. Tonight was like every other Sunday night. The kids ate their chips, went to the restroom to get a mint and ran around outside. After the music ended we headed home.
About 5 minutes into the car ride I hear Connor exclaim, "Abby, it's gross to put something you found on the bathroom floor in your mouth!" I turned around to see what my daughter was up to and immediately felt sick. The child was holding an empty tampon applicator to her lips blowing on it. I immediately grabbed it and threw it to the floor. Buried my face in my hands and began rocking in my seat while Brandon went on and on about how nasty it is to pick up anything from the bathroom. He went on about how she was to scrub herself clean, gargle with mouthwash, etc. as soon as we got home. I'm on the verge of hyperventilating. For me, Mrs. Germ-a-phobe, I can't imagine anything worse that this very moment. Connor is giggling saying, "What? Is it a pregnancy test or something? Did someone pee on it?" (In hind sight I wonder how he even knows about that.. I'm chalking it up to commercials)
I've had about all I can take and begin my lecture. "Abby, there is probably pee and poop on EVERYTHING on the bathroom floor." To which Abby replies.. "It was in a wrapper." I gasp, could there be a glimmer of hope? "Abby, did you open it up yourself? What there anything inside?" Abby replies, "Yes, I opened it and there was some toilet paper wad inside I popped it out." The heavens opened and a choir of angels sang. THANK YOU JESUS!!!!
Brandon reached over, patted me on the head, and asked if I was going to be alright now. I went ahead and lectured Abby on taking things from the baskets on the back of the bathroom doors. Those items are not toys, they are there for the adults to use. Thankfully, no more questions were asked.
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