This Spring has been marked by protests and rallies across the country – youth against gun violence, teachers for education funding, and more. The spirit of such activism finally made it to our house last night – although not with the seriousness of issues in the outside world.
My husband has instituted a $20 charge for any boy who uses our main floor bathroom. The spray of pee, which they should have under control by now, is a potential embarrassment any time we have guests.
“Darn it! I want to use that bathroom!”
“I’m not the one who sprays! It’s him,” each has yelled, pointing at whichever brother stands nearby.
“Oh, for the love of God,” our oldest son yelled at one point last week before shutting the bathroom door, “take the $20!”
“What if I have to blow my nose in that bathroom,” asked our son, mid-allergy attack, “and I don’t spray my snot?”
My husband shook his head, and off the poor kid ran down to the basement bathroom.
It was his older brother who came up with the idea. “Then we’re having a sit-in, so you can’t use it either.”
He lay down in front of the door to the bathroom. His little brother brought a book.