Yesterday I decided that I needed to scrub the toilets. There was one toilet in particular that looked like an award-winning science experiment and I couldn't avoid cleaning it any longer.
As I was scrubbing, Sarah came into the bathroom where she informed me that I must think I was a queen.
"Why do you think I think I'm a queen?" I asked curiously.
"Because you always tell me and Peter what to do..."
"and because you always tell Daddy what to do..."
"and you never do anything."
And then to add insult to injury, I had barely turned aside from my sparkling clean toilet when I heard a sweet voice calling, "Mooooommmmy! Can you help me wipe my bottom? It's a squishy one!"
That girl sure knows how to put a hurting on my ego and my toilet!