Tuesday, June 12, 2012

(flinch) reroofing

Little C (who, quite frankly, is not so little anymore) joined me downstairs this morning.  He leaned in and kissed my ear accidentally because I turned my head as another patch of my roof came sliding roughly down in front of my desk window.  I think he was going for my cheek but caught the ear.  Good thing he subscribes to the try, try again philosophy because the next one he landed perfectly on the squishy, chubby part of my face where he gave it a good push of a smooch.  Pretty great way to start the morning.  Except for the part where I am flinching every time another hunk of shingles drops through my periphery.

He proceeded to wave his giant, 9 year old hands in my face and asked me to put something on them because they were itching.  I leaned back a bit so I could focus (which is new for me and yes, yes I know, don't say it aloud).  And what I saw told me instantly why his hands were itchy:

     Mama:  "Interesting.  Before I put anything on them, why don't
     you try washing them."

     Little C:  "But they IIIIIiiiitch!!!"

     Mama:  "It might be because they are FFFFffffffiiiiilllllthy!
     Try removing the dirt and sticky stuff and see if the condition
     does not improve."

     Little C:  (shouted from the bathroom)  "HEY!!  It worked!"

Huh.  (flinch)  Imagine that.  Remedy the thing causing the problem instead of just slapping on another layer of lotion, or shingles, or whatever.  (flinch)