It's Not Just Mom's

I've decided the whole "mom"entarily out of order brain thing is not limited to just the "mom's". How else would you explain the reasoning behind this:



This is what DH decided to store under our downstairs bathroom sink when we were cleaning out the kitchen cabinets. Hmmm, let's see, that's the bathroom our kids use during the day. It's also the bathroom that has a locking door. Not such a great combination in any house, but especially not in ours. Needless to say I discovered this medley of hazardous household chemicals the hard way.

While I was talking with the kiddo's about not using unknown bottles and "please, come ask mommy first when you don't know" I was overcome with the potential danger of it all and muttered aloud "I'm going to shoot Daddy." A moment later I heard Beeb say from the family room, "I like my Daddy. Mommy's going to shoot Daddy. I don't want Daddy to die." Then the tears and wailing began. Of course Mr. B thought this was all hilarious (I did too and was quietly laughing at Beeb's literal understanding of my comment). After consoling Beeb and asuring her all was well between Daddy and myself I moved the chemicals to a safer place.

So it was a tough lesson and thankfully nobody was hurt, except for maybe DH when he gets home.