“Okay, Mom!  All done!”  The three-year-old is strutting out of the bathroom all proud of his big boy self.

“Good job, honey!”  I check the seat and walls for smears.  Miraculously, the toilet has been flushed.  “Did you wash your hands?”

“Uh-huh.” Coy smile.

“You did?”

“Yes!”

“Let me see them.”

“Fine! Here!” He flashes me his bone-dry, not-been-washed-in-hours hands.

“You did not wash your hands.  Get back in there.”

“ARGH! WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO WASH MY HANDS?!”

“Because you can’t walk around with poopy fingers.”

“FINE!” He stomps off toward the bathroom then stops in his tracks and turns. “Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“I’M VERY BOSS AT YOU!”

“Uh . . . Okay, honey.  Then you better use lots of soap.”

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