“Tell daddy about the mirror at school today.”
“There were boogies on it.”
Ok, so it’s gonna be one of those nights. I do a quick mental inventory of what beer is in the fridge and continue.
“Ah, that’s lovely.”
“I cleaned them off.”
That special headache I never got prior to 6 years ago? It’s back.
“Um… Ok, how to handle this. Did you wash your hands afterwards?”
She nodded “yes” in the child sheepish way that clearly indicated “no”.
“Ok, how about this. If you see boogies on the mirror at home, you can clean those. At school, they have people to do that for you.”
She said “ok” in the teenage eye-roll way that clearly indicated she had stopped listening to me.