Saturday nights can be a bit hectic. I never really have a great plan for Saturday dinner, and I'm always trying to simultaneously toss four kids in the bathtub and throw something together in the kitchen. Olivia and Naomi are both working on their certification* for washing the two younger girls, and last Saturday they had washed Maddie, Bella, and themselves, and gotten out. I dried and dressed Maddie in her pajamas and went back to the kitchen.
Then I heard a splash.
I really should know better by now.
*Have I discussed John's policy on certification here on the blog? John determined years ago that in order to qualify to do a task (such as pouring milk, brushing their own teeth, watering the plants), a child must successfully perform the task four times under supervision. If the child then subsequently makes two mistakes performing the task, they lose their certification and must repeat the process to recertify. It's genius. The two older girls, especially, know what they are certified and not certified to do, and they follow the lines pretty obediently. Bella. . . . . well. . . . Bella knows what she is and isn't supposed to do but does what she wants regardless of whether or not she is certified.