Our son was sick. For six days he laid on the couch with a blanket and his pillow pets. I want to wash his pillow pets to get the germs out.
Yesterday while he was in school was the perfect time to throw them in the washing machine. Then I remembered that he told me he was worried if I washed them, the fur on them would get hard and not be soft anymore.
It is true, washing them might change the texture. "He'll get over it," I thought, "they need to be washed."
But then I thought of how bad I would feel if the fur changed texture and my son was upset with me.
The part I stress as I tell him the story: My conscience told me that it is wrong to take someone else's things and do what they didn't want me to do. I listened to my conscience and I didn't wash the pillow pets.
Then I thought of some other ideas of how to clean them. Or maybe do a test wash on a stuffed animal we don't care about. But I had to ask him first.
My son breathed a sigh of relief that I listened to my conscience and he thanked me for not washing his pillow pets.