Lavender Perfume

Recently, I purchased a Lysol urinal cake contraption that goes in our toilet bowl to keep it a little cleaner than it has been, which by the way, doesn't seem to do any good.  It seems to be the "talk of the town" for our house as it is so fun, interesting and unique to our children.  In fact, it has become somewhat of a toy...who can pee on it?  who can touch it?  who can put their face up to it and smell it?  Gross.

Gavin is especially in love with it as he tries to create craters with his forceful pees.  One of which splattered on me while I was giving a bath to Sophia. Needless to say, I almost threw up.  I had pee splattered all over me, while he laughed.  We had a convo after that.

Not even 10 minutes later, I go downstairs (after baths) and see Sophia at the bottom of the stairs.  She is smiling at me, all clean and cute.  I should have suspected something was weird at this moment, but I didn't, I'm a doofus.  I sit down at the last step and snuggle with her for a moment and she says all the right words, "Mama, I love you so much, etc."  She gives me a hug, runs her hands through my hair, clutches my face with affection. 

"What is that smell?" I ask her, knowing it smelled familiar, but not linking it to something specific.  She smiles.  "Did you just spray perfume or something?" I ask.  "No," she replies with a smirk.  "Well what is it?" I ask again, wondering why the odor was so strong.  Then, it hit me.  Like a ton of bricks to the face.  It was the Lysol urinal cake and its lavender aroma. All. Over. Me.

My hair, my face, my clothes, everything smelled like it now.  What's wrong with my children?! Why are they touching things in the toilet?! For real, do we need to see a counselor about this?  I walk into the bathroom to find that a scoopful has been dug out of the cake, by a little finger.  Yuck.

The picture doesn't do it justice as you can just barely see the finger gouge running across it.  So, if I walk by you and you sniff a little lavender, think to yourself, "I bet she's been attacked by the urinal cake monster again."  Lesson learned.  Don't trust a little smirking girl at the bottom of the stairs...she's probably guilty.