Good, Clean Fun

When you are in the kitchen and you hear your son, from another room, excitedly say "Mommy, come look! I made a mess!" - it's always disconcerting. I took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom, when Ian was supposed to be washing his hands.

He took it upon himself to not only wash his hands, but his brother's hair. There is Connor, covered in soap suds and Ian continuing to shake handfuls of soap on Connor, the floor and the cabinets. (at least it's soap, right?) The two of them are having a grand old time.

Two things. I could have been angry, which did cross my mind for a brief second. Or I could run and grab the camera. Thankfully I had taken that initial deep breath, so I was able to enjoy the moment with them.

I also made Ian clean up the suds. Plus, the bonus was Connor was also clean.