A Clean Slate

I love when the new year begins. It's a clean slate. Everything is new. You haven't screwed up yet. You haven't eaten too much yet. You haven't told any major lies. You haven't done serious damage....yet. You have a once a year opportunity to start a new again and everyone is on your side if not in the same boat even. 

So, here I am, going to resolve to blog once a week no matter how tired I am after being extremely busy teaching a bunch of little kids how to read and write and count beyond twenty. I will figure out what day is best for blogging but I miss it and it seems my mind does too. 

So, today, while on a bunch of errands with Colin, we get back in the car. I get a wet wipe and clean my hands. I ask Colin if he would like to clean his hands. Here's the conversation...

Me: Hey, Colin, you want to wipe off your hands?

Colin: No, I'm fine. 

Me: But your hands are dirty now because you've been in three different stores and touched everything in your path. 

Colin: No. I'm good. 

Me: Well, not me. My hands were dirty and I wanted them clean so I don't get sick. 

Colin: Sick?

Me: Yeah. Your hands are full of germs and if you don't clean them, the germs will make you sick. 

Colin: ....processing.... Okay. I'll wash them. 

I hand him the wet wipe I used. Still wet and full of soap. 

Colin: Did you use this already? slightly disgusted

Me: Yeah. But it's still good.

Colin: But if you already used it, then it has your germs on it and I'm gonna get your germs.

Me: scrambling.... Yeah, but that wipe has a disinfectant in it and my germs are already dead. 

Colin: Here mom. Hands me the wipe with two fingers and a little look of "whatever" on his face. 

Okay, we'll it's already Jan 3....so my clean slate is a little mussed. Really. What did you expect?