We were running ahead of schedule this morning. Really ahead of schedule. So Hubby sent Large Fry upstairs to brush her teeth.
A couple minutes later, he sent Medium Fry up to do the same thing.
There was immediate giggling and talking.
I've been battling a stubborn headache for the last day or so. It's not severely painful, but it's irritating and draining and all I want to do is sleep. I was going to head back to bed anyway, so I started that way as Hubby shouted up to Large.
Hubby: Large, you've had more than enough time to brush your teeth! You'd better not be bothering your sister.
On the last set of steps upstairs, I was able to see into the bathroom.
Me: Out, Large!
She scampered out and passed me on the stairs.
Large: I had some icky-wickies!
That's a new one.
Large [disappearing into the kitchen]: Some buggies in my nose.
It took me a minute.
She had some boogers in her nose.