The Washcloth

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the
> week.
>
> Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me
>that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just
>packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am.
>
> The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time
>to spare.
>
> As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when
>making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the
>full effort. So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth
>that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in 'that
>area' to make sure I was at least presentable.
>
> I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped
>in the car and raced to my appointment.
>
> I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in.
>Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked
>over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or
>some other place a million miles away. I was a little surprised when the
>doctor Said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?"
>
>
>
> I didn't respond. After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and
>went home. The rest of the day was normal .. Some shopping, cleaning,
>cooking, etc.
>
>
> After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out
>from the bathroom,
> "Mommy, where's my washcloth?"*
>
> *I told her to get another one from the cupboard.*
>
> *She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all
>my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."