I don't need to close my eyes, Mom

Tuesday night was a late night at work for both Paul and me. Paul finished up first so he went to my sister's to retrieve the darlings.

When he arrived and Greg called the kids from upstairs, Hunter came down with a now spotted blue shirt.

Greg looked perplexed and said, "Dude, what happened to your shirt?"

Hunter's responded with shrugged shoulders and a baffled, "I don't know."

On the way home, Paul probed further and learned that Hunter and Nana were spraying, and this is a direct quote from Hunter himself, "chemicals on each other."

As you can imagine this did not sit well with the parental instinct. Paul called me at work to report the instance and let me know that he was not successful at reaching my sister to let her know what they were doing.

He tried to get Hunter to recall what the chemical was, but low and behold the child who reads well above grade level and has a photographic memory couldn't remember.

Yeah, right-whatever.

I told Paul to put him on the phone.

"Hunter, I want you to close your eyes and tell me the letters that you see on the bottle you were playing with."

"Oh, I don't have to close my eyes Mommy. It had the target name on it and b-l-e-a-c-h on it."

Apparently losing your mind is contagious.