It doesn’t make any sense. None.
My daughters will not pick up their towels from the floor, and, they don’t discriminate which floor they use.
Bathroom, kitchen, bedroom – it doesn’t matter. The towel drops when it’s no longer of service and that’s where it stays until my wife or I pick them up.
Or, someone (my wife or I) has a meltdown and hollers the words, ‘pick up your towel.’
Listen to Andrew’s towel drama unfold here:
The response is often, ‘That’s not my towel. It’s my sisters.’
So we holler for the sister to pick up the towel, but generally that towel is not hers, either. ‘So no one knows who’s towel this is?’
‘It could be our brother’s.’
‘He’s not home.’
‘Then it’s definitely his.’
‘He’s been at camp for a week.’
‘Wow, that towel’s been on the kitchen floor for a week?’
‘PICK UP THE FRICKEN TOWEL!’
Why won’t they pick up their towels? How do we change their behavior? Don’t they know what happens to towels that aren’t picked up? They get soggy. They smell. It hurts their feelings. I’ve said to the kids, how would you feel if you were left on the floor getting smelly and soggy?
They don’t care. They have no feelings for the feelings of their towels.
I asked Bibi’s friends what they did with their towels. Sienna and Jazzy said they leave theirs on the ground, too. Jazzy’s sister sleeps with one on her head, then she leaves it in the bed. I mean, jeeeeeeeeeez. They’ve got heated towel rails. We’ve got heated towel rails. Who in their right minds would rather a manky, smelly, soggy, miserable towel after a shower over a warm one?