I have such a great husband. Truly, I do.
I am blessed.
(Read those posts if you want to be green with envy.)
On the airplane back to Washington, he was the one who took our Princess to the bathroom. And you all know how small those bathrooms are.
I will let you in on a secret: my Princess loves the airplane bathrooms. She gets in there and says first thing, “This is my size.”
My husband being the germophobe he is, will not allow her touch anything. Me, I am not so worried. We always wash hands.
So he told her for the umpteenth time, “Don’t touch anything!”
She of course, as usual asks, “Why?”
He replied, “Because it is dirty. Very dirty”
She proceeded to grab a Kleenex and clean the counter and mirror.
That’s my girl. Always a helper.
