We are running late.
She’s still in the bathroom. Door closed. Dawdling, I’m sure.
I knock gently and turn the knob.
I barge in just in time to catch tongue against tip of toothpaste tube.
I smile sweetly. “What are you doing?”
I yell. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”
I take the tube from her hands and toss it into the wastebasket.
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.