It all started with Bob writing me a message on the mirror with a bar of soap stating not to buy the kind of toilet paper that was on the roll again.
I soap-replied that it was a gift. (Yes, really. If you get a gift of toilet paper, then you know you are really loved.)
Perhaps the battery on his phone died, or perhaps he wanted to study soap-writing, but Brian used a different mirror panel to soap-write, "I want to write something on here, too!"
Then my other son, Michael, soaped in a final, profound question, "Who says phones are making us anti-social?"
As long as we have soap, we have connection.
What's your favorite kind of soap?