“I need to wash my eyes!” my youngest informed me this morning as I attempted to tame her thin, wiry mop into something that resembled the hair of a human child.
“Um, your eyes?”
“Yeah,” she replied indignantly. “Jaden bashed me.”
Jaden is my seven almost eight ear old nephew that we had spent the previous day with, swimming in his pool.
Of course, I have no idea what him bashing her has anything to do with her washing her eyes.
“Okaaaay….but we don’t wash our eyes. They kind of just wash themselves.
“I HAVE TO WASH MY EYES, I TELL YOU!”
I’m betting she washes them with soap just the once.