Of Tempers and Toothpaste

We are running late.

She’s still in the bathroom. Door closed. Dawdling, I’m sure.

I knock gently and turn the knob.

Not.

I barge in just in time to catch tongue against tip of toothpaste tube.

I smile sweetly. “What are you doing?”

Not!

I yell. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”

I take the tube from her hands and toss it into the wastebasket.

Not.

I snatch it and hurl it into the bathtub. I later retrieve it and toss it into the wastebasket.

Catch the rest of the story over at The Mom Initiative. I’m posting there today.