Once upon a time this morning, I stepped into the shower.
And discovered that someone had laid a trap for me.
My feet slipped out from under me, and I narrowly regained my balance before taking a nasty spill. What the heck? Here are my clues: the faint aroma of green apple, a light green color covering the entire bottom of the bathtub, the empty (new last week) bottle of conditioner, and my recollection that Eclair had an unsupervised shower last evening.
She came to me dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, to explain to me why this unsolicited shower was necessary.
"At school today, Jennifer sneezed. On my desk. I could even see the germs, Mom! They were all over my desk. So I though I had better make sure I was clean so I don't get sick. Do you think I'm clean now?"
Who can argue with that?
I tucked a small bottle of hand sanitizer into her backpack just in case.