Norah's hand washing

I couldn't leave without this last post before our trip.
This evening, Norah comes to me, wipes her wet hands on my clothes, saying "wash". (Norah loves to wash her hands). I looked at Jim. He looks at me. He investigates the bathroom since neither of us had taken Norah to get her hands washed and we didn't hear any water running. Well, guess what. She "washed" her own hands and it wasn't in the sink. Needless to say, she got a really good scrubbing.