“Did you wash behind your ears?” Seems like that was a question Mrs. Cleaver used to ask the Beaver often, yet I don’t recall while I was growing up ever having a specific lesson on how to go about cleaning my ears.
I do recall hearing over and over to never put anything sharper than an elbow inside my ear. Then, of course, my junior high buddies and I would all laugh and proceed to hold up our elbows in the direction of our ears. More laughter because no way can they reach! [Read more…]