This Christmas a friend of mine gifted me with a fancy Mary Kay scrubbing brush. Like an electric toothbrush, as it were, for your face. It is amazing. I have thoroughly enjoyed using it twice daily since I was surprised by its arrival.
Then . . .
Last week as I was feeding Lucy, Gemma began to scale the piano. My instructions to cease and desist were ignored (as usual) for she was intent on getting to the scrubber. I was unsure why it was on top of the piano but as I tried to figure that out, Gemma had grabbed it, climbed back down and happily placed it in her mouth and turned it on.
My hollering drew Max who wrestled it out of her paws while she howled and shrieked.
“I put it up there so it would be safe!” he said. “That’s gross, Gemma! Don’t put things for people’s feet in your mouth.”
“It’s not for feet.” I chuckled.
“It isn’t?”
“No!” I was incredulous.
“Oh. Well that’s what Ellie said it was for. That’s what she was doing with it when I took it away.”
We both turned to his sister who crouched Kilroy style in Jac’s chair. She gave a half grin and shrugged.
“I like it on my feet.”
It was pointless to do anything but laugh. If I didn’t laugh, I would have wept. THIS is why I can’t have nice things.
I’m still using it on my face. Who knows how else it is employed while I’m not watching. Best not to think about it.
