Hygiene Lessons

I wish I had taken a picture of what Olivia wore to church today. She had on a pink shirt with feathers sewn around the bottom of the sleeves, and the words DRAMA QUEEN spelled out in sequins on the front, a rainbow-striped skirt, white tights with a hole in the knee, and snow boots. I don't normally send my children to church with message shirts, but this was the third wardrobe change of the morning, we were on the verge of being late, and I was in no mood to argue with her at that point. She looked awesome. But at least she had on underwear. And her teeth were brushed. I asked Dan if he had brushed her teeth, and he said yes. Then, three minutes later, as we were heading out the door, he said he still needed to brush her teeth.
"You just said you already brushed them," I said, and he says, "Oh, I thought you asked if I had brushed MY teeth." As if I don't have enough kids whose teeth I feel obligated to keep track of, he thinks I'm going to worry about HIS teeth?

Oh, and will somebody please do something about this SNOW???? We got another four inches today, and more is on the way this week. I am trying to grow grass in the easter baskets, only it isn't going to grow fast enough unless it gets some sun. Right now I am forced to keep the baskets in the tub, which is the brightest, sunniest, most out-of-the-way-place I can think of. But everyone around here is kind of confused about this sign in the bathroom: Also, if anyone has any good ideas on how to explain modesty to a 14 year old boy with autism, I'd appreciate hearing them.