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They are the very best kind of friends. Easy to like and easy to get along with. Our kids and theirs are all BFFs and we manage to have a remarkably stress-free time with them, despite the seven kids, seven and under between us.
So when they called and said they were in the neighbourhood and it was 5:15pm, it never occurred to me to be fussed about what to feed them. We were just rummaging up something for dinner for us, so I just threw in a few extra veggies and a couple of chicken breasts and away we went.
Our kids were having a 'movie night' anyway, so theirs just mucked in.
We were then bathing our children, so we just decided to bath them all together.
You can imagine my horror when I went into the bathroom to rescue my friend who was wrangling a one, two and three year old in there on his own when I discovered that he was washing his daughter's face with the very cloth I had used to clean the toilet that afternoon! Egad! (Why it was still there I have no idea except that I am pretty easily distracted)
I quickly grabbed him a more suitable aka clean flannel from the linen press and held my tongue. What does one say???
So, if you know me and have bathed your children at our place, this has NEVER happened before. I promise. I have been feeling terrible ever since. Dreadful in fact. Should I have spilled the beans? or is it best we just don't go there?