"Ivan, dry your hands!" I reminded him, after he washed his hands but started walking out of the bathroom
"No. I have a better way," he responded. "I have an extra way on my shirt," he said, as he dried his hands on his shirt smiling naughtily at me, running off to play.
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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