"Lindsay, do you want me to spray you in the face?"
Before Lindsay answers, I palm the bottle of Method spray cleaner. "Lauren, do you want to be sprayed in the face?"
Lauren, looking terrified, "N...no."
"Then don't threaten your sister." I squeeze the trigger, which engulfs her in a fine mist of grapefruit scent. "You have time-out."
Crying and wet, she takes her place on the stairs.
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7 comments:
This is hideous. Some of this blog is funny, but man. I don't get why shooting your kid in the face with cleanser is supposed to be funny.
Well it WAS all natural cleanser. It's not like it was bleach. Seems fair to me.
HAHAHA!! I say 2 WMP for getting Anonymous' panties in a bunch!
yes, +1 point for you for irritating a reader who is too stupid to quit reading that which she doesn't like.
Well done ;o)
+1 WMP for creative use Method! Ross has had to eat enough of the handsoap that I've thought of writing to ask for a nutritional breakdown.
And I completely agree with emmay's +1 bonus WMP for getting Anon's knickers in a twist! Pretty obvious that no sidebar reading was done prior to commenting...
Did the light through your kitchen window make the grapefruit-pink mist sparkle as you sprayed toward your firstborn? You know, like if would if you lived in a movie?
LOL! Love it when they repent and get consequences anyways!
1 point for not accepting her dawning understanding of wrongdoing....
She may have been crying and wet, but at least she was clean.
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