Peter was the last one to brush his teeth. I checked on him after a few minutes expecting him to be done. Instead of brushing, he was fastidiously cleaning his siblings' toothpaste droppings off the counter and the sink. Once the job was completed, he then retrieved his toothbrush and took care of his bedtime hygiene ritual.
Finally, I thought, one kid gets it. One kid sees how disgusting it is to find toothpaste on the counter. One kid cleans the mess instead of leaving it to others. Hooray. My Mama's Pride was pleased.
He scurried off to bed, and I stopped in to turn off the light (another thing that drives me nuts about my kids - leaving lights on). I looked down expecting to see a sparkling sink. Wrong.
I guess it's one thing to approach a dirty sink, and quite another to walk away from one. He left his own trail of blue gel for the next person to see.