Daddy-ism!

I ran to the office for a few hours today and when I came home, Josh had just finished giving Reagan a bath and was making dinner for her. He was, of course, a proud devoted daddy taking care of his sick little girl.

A sick little girl who not only has a nasty respiratory virus, but also has a bit of red, irritated chapped skin--for which we'd been giving her baking soda baths (tip! it works wonders!) Josh was so proud of himself for remembering to put baking soda in the bath and since we had just run out of the box I keep in the bathroom, I asked off-hand "Oh, you found another box?"

Josh: "Yep, there was one up on the shelf next to the laundry detergent."
At this point I stopped. "Where???"
Josh: "Up on the shelf next to the laundry detergent..you know, you had a big box up there."
Me: Um, no, honey, that wasn't baking soda.
Josh: Yes it was. It had the Arm & Hammer label on it.
Me: (slightly panicking at this point) Um, no, it was washing soda. CLEANING soda--you're not supposed to put it on skin.
Josh: I'm sure it was baking soda.
Me: No. Stop. Just show me what you used.
Josh: See? This.

At this point, I I'm alternating between panic-because Washing Soda is different from baking soda..and is in fact more caustic and can IRRITATE skin and oh yeah, you're not supposed to swallow it and Reagan has a bad habit of blowing bubbles and swallowing some of her bath water (gross I know, but she picked it up in swim class!)--and hysterical laughter.

Josh picked her up and rinsed her in the shower quickly and she came out no worse for the wear...perhaps a little cleaner than usual, but without any ill effects.

I got a good laugh because..well really...Reagan was fine and...aren't our guys just really cute when they're clueless? :)