I meant to post this story the other day and just didn't have time!
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's children with dirty hands. I don't like dirty hands on furniture. I don't like dirty hands on clean walls. I don't like dirty hands on MY clothes, although apparently God gave me Camille to try to help me overcome this. And I really, REALLY don't like dirty hands on the kids' toys! I don't know why I'm like this; it's just one of my quirks! So, needless to say, my kids have been wiped down immediately after eating since Day 1.
Well, the other day we had a playdate at Chick-Fil-A. When we got home, the septic guys were at our house pumping out the tanks. (Apparently we're quite the "producers" because we have that thing pumped more often than anyone else I know! But that's another story.) Anyway, Hannah is curious as to what's going on, so she goes over there to take a look in the tank. Greg says, "You know what that is?" Hannah says, "No." Greg says, "That's poop!" Hannah says, "Oh," then proceeds to open her purse, which is full of small packets of sanitizing hand wipes with the Chick-Fil-A logo on them. Apparently, she loaded her purse full of them before we left! She carefully removes two sanitizing hand wipes from her purse, gives them to the guys, and says, "You can use this to wipe your hands when you're done." The guys were trying so hard to mask their laughter as they said, "That sure is nice! Thanks for sharing with us! We've never had service like this!" And would you believe that after they finished pumping the tanks, they ever-so-delicately opened their little packets of Chick-Fil-A hand wipes, wiped their hands, and then ate some pieces of candy that Hannah had waiting for them?!
Now if only I can get her to share with Millie like that . . .