This weekend both of my SIL's and their kids came for a much needed visit.
What I thought was going to be a nice relaxing, uneventful, weekend quickly turned around when I arrived home after shopping to find Raigen mad because CJ had been chasing her and squirting her in the face with a bottle, contents unknown.
I quickly had her retrieve the villain and his accomplice, the "water" bottle, which actually turned out to be a clear, unmarked, chemical spray bottle which contained an unknown liquid.
He apparently found this bottle upstairs in the craft room.
The craft room hasn't had visitors in at least two years.
"CJ, why would you chase your sister and spray her with a chemical bottle?
You dont even know what is in there! You could of blinded her... or hurt her really bad!" I scolded him.
You dont even know what is in there! You could of blinded her... or hurt her really bad!" I scolded him.
"Chill mom... " he said casually, "its just salt water."
"And how do you know its just salt water?" I asked, by this point I was furious.
"Because, I tasted it and it tasted like saltwater, duh." he explained.
Hold-up! Did my 8 year old just tell me that he TASTED the contents of a cleaning bottle to see what it was?!
Spoiler alert: HE DID!!!
I couldn't believe it and at this point I was seriously about to lose all the patience and/or cool I had left.
Is there a full moon?
Seriously... some days I feel like an expert at this whole parenting thing and other days I feel like I'm in a hostage negotiation situation with a bunch of drunk bipolar monkeys!
In case you were wondering, on this particular day, it was the latter.
"
