Life with a 5-year-old

I am downstairs getting ready to leave when I realize the faucet in Ethan's bathroom has been running for quite awhile...and I hear laughing. Running faucet in Ethan's room + laughing = NO GOOD. I am yelling up there (in a hurry and too lazy to go upstairs), but he obviously can't hear me over the water and laughter, right? Well, he eventually makes his way to my room, but he's standing behind my door, peeking his head into my bathroom. Hmmmm...does someone not want me to see something? I ask him why his faucet was running so long...and to tell me the truth. In a serious tone, he says - "Mom, I need to learn how to spit." What? He goes on to say he needs to learn how to spit so he was putting water in his mouth and spitting in the sink. Then he comes through the door to show me his shirt. "AND, I got water all over my shirt." It was all I could do from spitting my toothpaste out when he's telling me this. He was so serious. It was like...mom...I'm a boy...and it must be done...so live with it. So...he obviously didn't get into trouble. Wow, good thing Kenzie wasn't here to give him her "be good to the earth" speech. Running water just to spit??????????