There was an incident at the Zehlahlum house this afternoon.
Can you guess the guilty party?
(this isn't a picture from today's transgression, but I wanted one where you could see his deceptive innocence...
So, this little
jerk goober woke up from his nap and I heard him moving around in the bathroom. I assumed he was brushing his teeth because he likes to fool around with that stuff and I rarely brush his teeth these days. The noises stopped in the bathroom and I could hear him walking around upstairs.
He came downstairs. He had this little glob of white stuff in his hair. I assumed it was soap or toothpaste from the sink.I wiped it out of his hair. I kissed his
I noticed that he smelled different. He smelled nice, but he smelled like something I couldn't exactly figure out. I knew what it was, but couldn't name it.
I walked halfway up the steps and saw Little Miss' spray bottle of "Blended Cutie Curly Cake Shake" laying there
sadly. I pick it up.
It was empty. empty. empty.
I was angry. angry. angry.
We had had this bottle for, oh, two weeks, tops. It was full. It was expensive. $19.50 plus shipping.
Upstairs there was Blended Beauty Curly Cake Shake on the mirror, on the counter, on the walls in the hallway, and various patches of carpet throughout the entire upstairs which had apparently needed their curl revived....
So apparently our current system of keeping her hair products on the bathroom counter needs revisited. I'm thinking of a lock-box... Where do those of you with
meddling inquisitive preschoolers keep your products?
Grumble. Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.