Stinky Sunday

Sunday at our house was interesting. Late in the afternoon Alexis came sprinting out of her room yelling at the top of her lungs. Apparently Spencer (AKA Sneaky Stinky One), had been down the street playing and found a small spray bottle of Liquid Bum (I've cleaned up the name to avoid using a swear word on a family website). It literally smells like a very stinky bum, basically like poo. So what would any six-year-old boy who found such a treasure decide to do with it? He very quietly went to Alexis' room and proceeded to spray down her entire closet with it. Seriously, when I walked into her room the smell was quite overwhelming. I literally gagged when I was putting the clothes in the washer. A couple loads of laundry, two wide-open windows, and half a bottle of Odo-Ban later her room was once more liveable. I hucked the rest of the bottle of stink over the back fence into the field to get rid of it (I definately didn't want it stinking up my garbage can!). Jordan and I were furious with Spencer--luckily Jordan took care of the dicipline. However, shortly after the incident I began to see the funny side of it--not that I'll let Spencer know for quite some time. But think about it--if you were a mischevious six-year-old boy with a slightly overbearing, often bossy older sister and you found a bottle of Liquid Bum, what would you do with it? Alexis' stuff didn't stand a chance!