Grateful for small things

OK, so after hearing my youngest enter, then exit the bathroom by my office, I go in to use it myself. And I am confronted by a daily sight...a lovely unflushed toilet. I am annoyed immediately, and add to the tally the fact that the hand towel is sitting on the counter, wet and crumpled. He had not bothered to hang it up!

Then I took a moment to realize that this meant he had actually washed his hands this time! OK, maybe we are making progress after all...