Steam Secrets

We have two full bathrooms upstairs. One large one for me. One smaller one for Wonderful Husband and our three daughters. Although Super Pooper isn’t in there showering or brushing her teeth yet, her two foot stinky diaper genie is in there so my hubby definitely “senses” her presence. I don’t call him Wonderful Husband for nothing! While this arrangement may be unfair, I can say for a fact that one contributing factor in our twelve years of marital bliss is that we have never shared a bathroom! Of course this does not mean I am not peppered with questions throughout the various stages of my toilette. (To the French, this means the process of attending to your personal appearance. We drop two letters from the word and make it the shitter. Talk about lost in translation!) Anyway, it’s usually the moment I step into the shower that my girls need to ask me something (and of course whenever I pick up the phone.)

“Mommy, can I wear a tank top?”

“Mommy, where can I find clean socks?”

“Mommy, can you do my hair?”

“Mommy, can we invite a friend over today?”

One morning though I stepped out of the shower and saw a delightful surprise. I had a message written in the steam on my mirror: “I love you Mommy!” Ohhhhh! How adorable!!! I immediately put on my bathrobe, ran downstairs and gave Sweet Angel a great big bear hug.

“Thank you, honey! That was so sweet of you.” Feisty Girl looked up and Sweet Angel looked at me blankly. Uh oh. Sweet Angel asked me what I was thanking her for.

“Didn’t you write the note on my mirror?”

Feisty Girl answered. “I did. It’s a Steam Secret. Just like the notes we write back and forth with Daddy on our mirror.” Clearly, this is a perk of sharing a bathroom with the girls!

“You did?” I know of course that Feisty Girl is extremely affectionate and constantly writing me love notes, which I keep in my “I love you” drawer. However, I also know that only Sweet Angel is tall enough to write a message that high on my mirror.

That of course was my error in logic.

“How did you reach the mirror?”

“I climbed up on your counter. I like doing that.”

Think: Must explain to Feisty Girl another time why it’s not okay to climb on bathroom counter.

Say: “Oh!!! I’m so sorry honey. I just assumed it was Sweet Angel because she could reach that high. Thank you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much!”

Needless to say, I felt terrible for thanking the wrong daughter. Luckily, Feisty Girl graciously accepted my apology and my great big bear hug.

While we all know what happens when you assume, on this day, I was the only ass.