Monday, February 13, 2006

Time for a Bath for these Babies...

"I've been using my red mittens a lot," says Arthur. "You can tell because they're getting darker." I look at the red mittens, exactly the same make and style as Darcy's. Not too long ago, they were the same colour as Darcy's too, but now they are, undeniably "darker". Dark with grime, dingy with use, oddly crinkly as well. "And those dried bits?" Arthur waves the blackened mittens under my nose. "That's my old snot." You know, I'm thinking Arthur's parents need to invest in a washing machine...

12 Comments:

Blogger Stephen (aka Q) said...

Another post for your ongoing EEEWWWWWWWWW! series. One way and another, Arthur keeps you well supplied with stories.

2/13/2006 12:19:00 PM  
Blogger Anon said...

A bit acky, however, it sounds like it was said with pride :-)

2/13/2006 12:24:00 PM  
Blogger Andie D. said...

My sister and I have a hang up about dirty looking kids. Neither of us wants our children to leave the house with messed up hair, food on faces, dirty nails, etc. Ever. Even if they are going to the playground where they will just get dirty. My hub thinks it's weird. Maybe so, but we want them to look like they are cared for because we do care for them so much.

2/13/2006 01:24:00 PM  
Blogger Angela said...

Shouldn't Arthur have an extra pair of mittens anyways?? I mean you do live in the north, where it tends to be cold- so even if his parents didn't want to leave him without mittens while they washed them, it shouldn't be a problem! Maybe he really likes these ones, but when there's dried snot on there it's definitely time to wash them!

2/13/2006 03:56:00 PM  
Anonymous BeckaJo said...

Yeech!

In defense of Arthur's parent's though, I usually forget to wash my gloves, and I even have two extra pairs I'm supposed to rotate. At one point I kept getting endless colds...I think they were from my grungy mittens.

And I'm a grown-up!

2/13/2006 04:25:00 PM  
Blogger Simon Peter said...

Like I tell the Queen of All She Surveys ...

... if I wasn't supposed to use my sleeves for wiping my nose, why do I have two of them? One for each nostril.

I'm with Arthur on this one. :-)

2/13/2006 05:11:00 PM  
Blogger chosha said...

You'll have to teach him that three little kittens song. Ahhh, we WASH our mittens when they're soiled! ^_^

2/13/2006 08:26:00 PM  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Q: I really do have to learn to make categories for these things! "EEwww" is a great one for this blog.

Si: Oh, it was! To him, these mittens are well-used tools. A bit of ack (love that word, BTW) only increases their value in his eyes.

Andie: Whereas I was always the mother who only thought to take a critical look at my children after we were all out in public. *sigh* However, I do toss their snow gear in the washer from time to time...

Angela: Well, I told his mother this evening what he'd said, and after she picked herself up off the floor from laughing, she said "eeeww". I think they'll come back cleaned tomorrow. :-)

Beckajo: As Si picked up, Arthur was proud of the state of his mittens. So if, as I suspect, his mother will be washing them tonight, he may even be a little disappointed...

Simon: My grandad used to say the same thing, to which my gran explained that, sigh, men are like this, and that's why men's suit jackets have (had? is this still true?) those mysterious three buttons in a row at the end of the sleeve: to STOP them from this disgusting habit -- at least when they're dressed up.

Chosha: Now that's a plan. Except, next thing I know, Arthur, being the helpful lad he is, will take matters in his own hands, and I'll find him sloshing them about in the toilet.

2/13/2006 09:14:00 PM  
Blogger stefanierj said...

I know we're not supposed to have favorites here, but it's stories like this that make me pretty sure that if I WERE to have a favorite, it'd be Arthur.

2/13/2006 09:26:00 PM  
Blogger Queen Bee said...

How about handkerchief? It will come in handy as he grows older and still keep the gals coming :P

2/14/2006 01:11:00 AM  
Blogger Granny said...

I grew up not too far south of Ottawa and one thing I remember was wiping my drippy nose with a mitten. The woolen mittens cause my nose to look like a fire engine of course.

But how else do you wipe your nose in the winter when you're a little kid? I suppose you could take your mitten off and freeze that hand reaching for a hankie or tissue? Sure.

Never with my sleeve though (at least I don't think so) and we did own a washer, even way back then.

2/17/2006 01:21:00 AM  
Blogger MsSisyphus said...

Can't. stop. laughing.

2/19/2006 11:01:00 AM  

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