I am a huge hand washing advocate.
Personally, I hate being sick – and I hate having sick kids! When I hear that a classmate or playmate of my kids has a stomach bug, my own stomach tightens and turns and my palms start to sweat just a little. I instinctively have the urge to wash my kids’ hands right that second!
I am not the greatest disciplinarian, but one rule that I set when Jackson was a baby was that everyone (adults too!) washes their hands every time they come in the house.
Regular hand washing is so ingrained in Jackson that he rarely questions it.
When he arrives home with a play date, he instructs the other child, “Let’s go wash our hands!” as he drops his coat and shakes off his Crocs in the middle of the living room. (Remember I said I am not the greatest disciplinarian? But hey – at least his hands are clean!) 😉
Occasionally, as I holler at Jackson to come back and pick up his shoes, the play date will raise his eyebrow at me and question why he has to wash his hands. Before I can answer, Jackson will bellow above the sound of the running water that it is a rule in our house. The other child then shrugs his shoulders and runs off to wash up.
I breathe a little bit easier – and sometimes pick up the Crocs and the coat.