Suds and duds- November 28, 2012
These two soaps don’t seem that different do they? They are both placed at sinks in my house. They are both, no doubt, chock full of Sodium Laureth Sulfate. They both effectively clean hands.
According to my two-year-old, they are completely different and worthy of a complete meltdown.
Charlotte and I went to the bathroom sink to wash our hands after a potty-training session that resulted in no waste elimination. That’s okay. I figured I would set a good example and wash our hands anyway. Plus, I don’t want her to be that person that only washes their hands when someone else is in the public bathroom. (Ew!)
I pumped a dollop of Soap #1 in her little, grubby hands. It’s a delightful smelling, clear liquid soap. She said, “Soap! Soap!” I said, “Sweetie, you have soap on your hands. Rub them together and let’s count to 20!” She screamed, “No! Soap, Mama!” I pleaded with her to understand that she did, in fact, have soap on her hands. I’m assuming because it’s near invisible soap and she couldn’t see it, she lost her freakin’ mind.
She thrashed out of my arms and ran through the house before putting her hands in her mouth and wiping soap in her eyes. You know, the soap she swore she didn’t have on her hands.
I grabbed Soap #2 off the kitchen counter and took it into the bathroom. After getting Soap #1 off her face, I pumped Soap #2, a foaming soap, into her hands. She was delighted with the foam. “Soap! Soap on my hans!”
Okay, so she needs to SEE the soap. Toddlers. ::ooph::
Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s child has misunderstandings like this. At least it’s a clean misunderstanding.
Spread it around:
HaHa, welcome to our house! 😉
This will be the first of many insane meltdowns, trust me. Will used to lose his shit at the beginning of Cars when the screen would flash to black between racing shots as McQueen repeated, “Speed. I am speed.” He was convinced we were turning the TV off. Nothing would calm him down. Fortunately, after watching it about 5000 times, he began to accept that it was part of the drama.
Now, our biggest melt downs come when he’s telling me something and uses a word that does not exist in any version of the English language of which I am aware. I will try to get clarification of the word and he will take it as a deliberate attack on the sovereignty of his intelligence. The other day, he told me he wanted to delicate (pronounced like “deli-kate”) an empty wrapping paper roll. I thought he meant “delegate” (because what 3-year-old doesn’t use the word delegate?)and asked him who he wanted to give it to and he lost his damn mind. Turned out he wanted to decorate it. Just hang in there and know that the insanity will become more infrequent.