i washed my hands just now. and our sink has drainage issues, so all of the bubbles from the soap gather and sit for a while before they drain, and it reminded me of something. the preschoolers at church love the bubbles. it’s the cutest thing and the grossest thing at the same time. so we wash our hands after our playground time, and they line up and when it’s their turn, they step up on the stepping stool, i turn the water on and give them soap, they scrub… and scoop up the bubbles from the bottom of the sink. they love those bubbles. and i don’t blame them, bubbles are like compacted fun in spherical shape – and it’s extra fun if you’re 3 years old. and it doesn’t make sense to them when i tell them not to scoop up the old germy soap bubbles, which not only contain the dirt from their hands, but are also in contact with the sink, which is a mystery of germ proliferation in itself.

it is quite entertaining to watch the spark of joy in their eyes when they find that washing their hands results in bubbles (it’s like magic!) and so cute because they think that the soapiness down there is still good for further hand washing use.

randomflash. i dreamed that i was eating garlic last night, and i know why. it was because my fingers smelled like garlic. and the garlic pieces in my dream were part of a delicious meal that i didn’t even get to eat because i woke up… great.

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