you don't put that in there (a dull story dressed up nicely)
so the child (my son) decided for reasons unknown that the best place for the plastic nozzle from my sunscreen was not, in fact, on my sunscreen - it was inside a square purple toothbrush case that was roughly 3/4" by 2/3" inside and four or so inches long.
and then he decided that no, he was wrong, and that the best place for the plastic nozzle from my sunscreen was NOT inside the square plastic toothbrush case - not that, NEVER that, and of course it fell to Yours Truly to remove it.
because mothers have magic, don'tcha know.
my own mother had a particular type of magic that involved snapping her fingers at a four way intersection and turning the red light in front of us green. when i was wee i never could figure out how she did it. (she watched the lights on the other street, as it happens.)
but i only told you that story so i could better illustrate my main point - that all mothers have magic. my particular magic involves stubbornness and knitting needles and a dash of panache - i can remove any solid object from the inside of any toothbrush case.
(specialized. useless to most. but in this household it gets called upon at least once a week, don't knock it.)
i tried and failed. and tried again - and failed. and again. again.
for many months i thought i had met my Waterloo with this particular toothbrush case, and because the child is not picky i was able to remove it from circulation - but i happened upon it again today and ran it through the dishwasher, and decided to try again.
and after twenty minutes of stubborn banging, some rather ill-advised voodoo involving a serrated knife (don't try this at home - i shouldn't have) - and more than a few choice vocabulary words, i finally REMOVED the nozzle from the toothbrush case, yea verily!
and then threw the nozzle out, because i am not going through that again.
the end.
and then he decided that no, he was wrong, and that the best place for the plastic nozzle from my sunscreen was NOT inside the square plastic toothbrush case - not that, NEVER that, and of course it fell to Yours Truly to remove it.
because mothers have magic, don'tcha know.
my own mother had a particular type of magic that involved snapping her fingers at a four way intersection and turning the red light in front of us green. when i was wee i never could figure out how she did it. (she watched the lights on the other street, as it happens.)
but i only told you that story so i could better illustrate my main point - that all mothers have magic. my particular magic involves stubbornness and knitting needles and a dash of panache - i can remove any solid object from the inside of any toothbrush case.
(specialized. useless to most. but in this household it gets called upon at least once a week, don't knock it.)
i tried and failed. and tried again - and failed. and again. again.
for many months i thought i had met my Waterloo with this particular toothbrush case, and because the child is not picky i was able to remove it from circulation - but i happened upon it again today and ran it through the dishwasher, and decided to try again.
and after twenty minutes of stubborn banging, some rather ill-advised voodoo involving a serrated knife (don't try this at home - i shouldn't have) - and more than a few choice vocabulary words, i finally REMOVED the nozzle from the toothbrush case, yea verily!
and then threw the nozzle out, because i am not going through that again.
the end.