Feelin' the love

Everyday life in the Davis house is always, shall we say, interesting. Today was no exception. Brooklyn has a nasty habit of getting into "things" . Just to touch them, feel them, smell them. Yes, I realize that she is my oldest and should be well beyond this habit however I have failed as a parent because she still does it.
Today I had to run to the bathroom in between chapters of reading Breaking Dawn. I made my trip fast so as to get back to my book. When I was in there I noticed that the first aid kit was pulled out of the cupboard , as is often the case here with all the cuts and scrapes, but this time I noticed that the bathroom smelled a bit - shall we say - minty. The kind of minty that burns your nose. Well back to my comfy chair and my vampire book. As I started my next chapter I started to wiggle in my seat. ( Stop reading now if you are worried about TMI) Ok, now I was getin' seriously wiggly in my seat. I started putting it all together and yelled for my dear sweet Brooklyn. Here is our following conversation:

Mom: Did you get into the Icy Hot in my bathroom?
B: NO, ok maybe I took off the cap but I just put a little on my finger.
Mom: And then what did you do with it?
B: Well it felt weird so I hit it off my finger into the garbage?
Mom: Anything else?
B: Oh yeah, I wiped my finger on the toilet paper.
Mom: Great would that we the same toilet paper that I just used when I went to the bathroom??????
Her eyes got big and then there was a laughing, " sorry, mom"

Luckily for her she had probably knocked most of it off in the garbage so my pain and suffering did not last long. Is there a rule that we still have to love her? Just kidding.....it is good blogging material.