The Toilet Brush

So yesterday I was going through our clothes to give away. I was sitting on the floor going through my pyjamas, when Madeline remembered her new favourite toy -- the toilet brush in our bedroom closet. "What?" you say. Well, my mom found a neat bathroom set (tooth brush holder, soap dispenser and toilet brush) all in a cool design, and we're going to use it when we redo our bathroom. I've been meaning to put it somewhere else for a few weeks now, and I think Madeline's antics yesterday are the catalyst to get me to put that thing away (unfortunately, I'm sure it won't be the catalyst for Marc to redo the bathroom...)

Anyway, I'm sitting on the floor for quite a while, and Madeline proceeds to brush my hair with the (thankfully, never-used) toilet brush. I kept saying "Ouch, Madeline. That hurts. Please stop that." But she kept saying "I'm getting you ready for church, mommy." I was distracted enough that she kept doing it, but finally she stopped and wanted me to brush her hair. After one gentle brushing she said "Ouch!!" and there ended our toilet-brush hair brushing experience.