Thing1 comes out of the bathroom and says "Mom - I kinda freaked out thinking there was pieces of chicken in the shower." He's pretty serious and clearly not trying to make a joke. So I follow him because I can NOT imagine what caused this thought in my otherwise-intelligent 9-year-old's head. Turns out it was soap. I have a friend who gave me this delicious awesome homemade soap. Its a creamy, translucent beige color. I have used the soap enough that its split into two pieces and they are relatively flat in shape now. (sigh... note to self to ask what kind it was and buy some more!)
But - REALLY? Does he think I am that absent-minded that I would just leave chicken in the shower? Because I can barely manage to get a real shower every other day? Because our house is so small that I find inventive places to store things? Because the shower is so filthy from 6 people cleaning themselves in it on a regular basis that, really, what difference does a little raw chicken make?
I suppose I have done an adequate job in making Thing1 an intelligent being when I can allow such a kid-like statement to send me into a spiral of self doubt of my abilities as a mom/housewife/contributor to half his genes. Either that or I have totally failed because he's clearly lacking basic skills of discernment...
PS - don't judge my dirty shower shelf... thank me for the picture I was willing to share for full effect.
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