Last night, I was bringing Jack downstairs, and caught a whiff of what smelled like granny perfume.
Intrigued, I sniffed his hair. Yup, definately coming from his hair. Granny Perfume?? What the heck?
So, I went into the livingroom and asked Arianna: "Hey, why does your brother smell like perfume?" Thinking maybe she put some of her lotion on him, or something.
She got this look...you know the "Oh, shit! I've been found out. Lie! Lie quickly!!!" and responded w/ "Um....I dunno...?"
With a sense of foreboding, I brought out the "Mom of DOOOOM!" voice. "ARIANNA! WHY does your brother smell like perfume??"
So, she responded, "Oh, ok! It's because I sprayed him w/ that ant spray."
Me- "ANT SPRAY?? You sprayed him with ANT SPR.....Wait....we don't have ant spray. What are you talking about??"
Arianna- "That stuff you sometimes kill ants with. You know, the stuff that smells like apples."
Me- "LYSOL??? You sprayed your brother w/ LYSOL?? When was this??"
Arianna- *sensing danger* "Um...earlier? When I told you I killed those ants by the sliding glass door."
Me- "That was this AFTERNOON! That was HOURS ago! You failed to mention to me that you ALSO SPRAYED YOUR BROTHER!!"
Me- "What on earth posessed you to spray YOUR BROTHER w/ LYSOL??"
Arianna- "He smelled."
Sooo.....after an immediate washing of Jack, which I'm not sure really mattered, because it had been about 6 hours since he was....disinfected....a little "talk" with Arianna was in order.
Needless to say, she won't be spraying her brother w/ various cleaning supplies anytime soon.
Seriously....what the hell?? It was just the disinfectant spray, and not like heavy-duty industrial cleaner, so he's fine....but...what the hell??? "He SMELLED"??
Ay Yi Yi...