My hubby just got back from work. He came in earlier than usual that day. Good for the kids I must say. They got to see daddy way before their bedtime. Even better was the fact that he came with lots of goodies for them, as he was at the supermarket to pick a few things before coming home. The kids excitedly tore through the polyethylene bags to see what would be of interest to them. My daughter picked a small bottle of hand sanitizer and asked what it was. While she was battling with how to pronounce what she just heard, her older brother snatches it off her hands, opens it and gives it a good squeeze. Out comes the sanitizer, splattering here and there. I couldn’t help seizing it from him as I yelled: “you’re supposed to use just a little amount; pea-size!” Ok, perhaps I overreacted.
Fast forward to a few days later; I am waiting to clean up after my daughter while she uses the bathroom. As soon as she is done, she reaches for the anti-bacterial hand wash. She looked at me and gave a grin while she dispenses some soap unto her hand. Naturally I smile back and then she shouts: “pea-size!” For a fraction of a second, I was dazed. “What was that?” I thought. Then I remembered what had transpired a few days back. I just kept smiling and literally couldn’t wait for her to leave so I could get on with my chores. “Pea-size” I muffled and chuckled.