As he exited the shower tonight, I asked Thomas if he had washed well.
“I did. I washed my arms, my feet, my everything that I’m supposed to wash.”
I praised him for his work and then he confidently added, “I didn’t wash my face, though, because, well…you know why.”
I don’t actually know why so I took the bait and asked.
“Well, because it’s not the right month for that, mom.”
Curiosity got the better of me and I asked him in what months he did think he was supposed to wash his face.
“Well, usually just in January and it’s good that’s over!”