Ever since we got our new toilet, the girls have wanted to use it rather than their own. Why bother with a used one when a new one is available? So when L came into my room and asked if she could use my potty, I begrudgingly said yes. I usually make them use their own but I guess I'm getting soft in my old age.
She went in, closed the door, did her business, and flushed. I was working on the computer, just outside the bathroom door, and realized, several minutes later, that L was still in there. Then I heard rummaging. Not a good sign from a 3-year-old in her parent's bathroom. I told her to get out of there. She dropped what she was doing and obeyed (good girl!).
Since it was time for dinner, I escorted her out of my room and into the kitchen where I smelled some sort of perfume. It smelled like air freshener at first but I couldn't place it. I asked the girls if they had sprayed something and, of course, they denied it. L asked to be picked up and I, again, obliged. (See? I am getting soft.) That's when the smell got stronger.
Apparently, L had put on her father's Old Spice deoderant while rummaging in the bathroom. She even got it in the right spot. I know she missed her Daddy last week but that's a little over the top!
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I love that! I found one of my boys in the bathroom with shaving cream on and his daddy's razor trying to shave! I just wish he liked shaving as much now! :)
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