Yesterday, I left the kitchen to go to the bathroom. Before I even opened the door, I can hear my little dumpster divers clanking the bottles in the recycling bin. So, of course I came out to yell at them and move them away from the trash. Molly had what looked like cumin all over her head. I couldn't figure out what she got into, so I wiped her head clean and went to the bathroom.
They did this on Monday while I took Belly to the bathroom.
They are like moths to a flame with the garbage cans.
When I came out, I noticed a lid to one of my spices was on the counter. Light bulb moment, this must be why Molly had a strange substance on her head. I asked Belly where was the spice bottle. And the conversation went like this.
Bells-Here it is Mommy.
Me-Isabella, why did you put spices on Molly's head? (By the way it was ground coriander not cumin, of course because coriander is much more expensive.)
Bells-I cooking her.
Me-Isabella we don't put real spices on our siblings head, we just pretend. Did I really just say that? (Yes I said that out loud, that's how in shock I was by this conversation.)
Now I just want to know, are my kids the only ones that think they should "cook" their siblings? Also, I'm really mad at myself for not taking a picture of Molly with seasonings all over her head. Bad Mommy!