So, check this:
I come home from work. Dinner is almost ready. Maggie is making this crazy-cool vegetarian dish from this cookbook she got. The dogs are jumping, my oldest son is leaping aroudn in his normal, frenetic way of greeting and...
...I hear the song "Happy Birthday" coming from the bathroom. Sung by my two youngest.
It turns out Maggie taught the kids to wash their hands for as long as it takes to sing "Happy Birthday." The best part is, they even add the "cha cha cha!" in between the lines. I thought this was such a great idea that I'm doing this (albeit in my head), when I brush my teeth.
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