Clean as a Whistle

“When you get inside, put your backpack away and then go straight up to the shower.”
“Why?”
“I’m bringing you to your dad’s, and I want you to be clean as a whistle.”
“Whistles aren’t clean. They’re germy. You always say—“

She continued, but she didn’t have to. I know what I always say.

‘Don’t touch that whistle. You don’t know where it’s been.’

‘Put that whistle down and go wash your hands. And your face. And brush your teeth, just to be safe.’

Sometimes I look forward to when she gets old enough to understand the concept of expressions.