Germs

Matalley has another runny nose. It could be that she picked up something while laying on the floor at Barnes and Noble, or while licking the grocery cart at CVS, or from kissing Abbey/Deacon, but whatever it is, she's not going to give it to me. I told her so after she asked to have a drink of my tea today and I refused. I then proceeded to explain germs and why Mommy freaks out over handwashing in the bathroom even if you don't actually use the toilet. This caused Grayson to go into a thorough explanation of the man in the grocery store restroom that didn't wash his hands and how utterly disgusting it was (I teach them young:).

Fast forward to dinner tonight: Catalina Chicken, which Grayson ate up as fast as he could...most likely because it looks like tomatoes which are one of his faves and not so much one of Matalley's faves. When I asked Matalley how come she didn't want to eat her chicken, she replied, "it has germs."