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Personal Hygiene

It must be said. How your children keep up their personal hygiene when they are not at home is a direct reflection on your parenting skills.

Let's take a hypothetical situation. Say your 11 year old daughter comes home from a 5 day summer camp looking like Little Orphan Annie and smelling like a cross between the great outdoors, girl in sunshine, and a latrine. Upon further investigation (interrogation) you discover that she never brushed her hair or showered and only brushed her teeth once. Mortification might be used in this instance. You might also ascertain that all the staff at the summer camp knows that your daughter had poor hygiene and are judging you right now. Because they are. You clearly don't have good hygiene yourself to not be teaching your own child to simply stay clean and somewhat tidy.

Now let's hypothesize further. Let's pretend that your sister comes from out of state and she and another sister start sharing scout stories. One of your nephews went to camp with a brand new container of sunscreen (he's a red head) and unopened tube of toothpaste. He came home with a brand new container of sunscreen and unopened tube of toothpaste and a bad case of sunburn and halitosis. Another of your nephews didn't change his underwear for the entire 7 day camp.

Your job is to look appropriately mortified and judgmental.

Comments

  1. and call your mother, because she will be mortified that a child from each of her daughters has HORRIBLE hygiene, meaning it must be genetic

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  2. Bahahahahaha! I think vacation to kids means vacation from all that is yucky and tiresome- including hygiene.

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  3. You havce now joined a special club, congratulations!

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  4. Glad to know I am not the only mother who has had that mortifying experience.

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  5. My kid reminds me to wash my hands with soap and wear clean clothes because he is bossy. The bossy part is genetic. The hygiene part he must have picked up from some TV show or something.

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  6. That is hilarious! My bro's kids used to not flush--ew. It was hard to not blame the parents--so hard!!

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  7. Very funny! I thought you might like to know that it is an International phenomenon. My daughter went to "Aussie Bush Camp" last year and when I saw her getting off the school coach I had a moment where I was tempted to deny she was mine!

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  8. for some reason this made me interrogate my son about how often he washes, changes his underwear and brushes his hair while at scout camp. So now it's my turn be embarrassed and mortified although he did insist he wore sunscreen and brushed his teeth and he came home very brown but NOT red!

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