I handed my son a napkin.
You know, no reason.
He looked at it as though I’d handed him a Walkman. Or a Ming vase. Or brand-name cereal. Something so outside his experience as to be completely foreign.
Befuddled and with furrowed brow he said, “What’s this for?”
I think this sums up all I have taught my children about cleanliness.
If cleanliness really is next to Godliness, my children are spiritually lost.
Mourn with me.