So we’ve had to hide the deodorant because Ladybug has been eating it, and, silly me, I forgot to put the Secret in the top cupboard the other night. The Cave Troll had been up and around after he’d been put to bed, and I finally just laid him down, threatened spankings and got really stern, like I do. He had his arms up by his head, and when I bent down to kiss him, I thought ‘uh-oh…I know that smell…’
“Cave Troll–what have you been eating?”
(Imagine blank look here.)
“What did you eat?” (I’m getting more concerned–the smell is REALLY STRONG…)
“What, mama?”
“What did you eat?” (About then, I notice some white stuff on his shirt…)
“What did I eat?”
“Yeah, honey, what did you eat?” (Oh…this might be the deodorant, no wonder…)
“Boogers, mama! I ate boogers!”
Oh. Well alrighty then. My booger-eating son tried to put deodorant on after his shower. It all makes sense to me now.
