I probably should have written an email to my friends the day that my Father in law watched the kids and I came home to a really nice smelling house only to discover that Riley had pushed her shopping cart over to the kitchen counter, climbed up, and gotten the 3rd bottle of shampoo down and poured it out all over the tile floor (the first one went into the carpet upstairs, the second, blessedly, went into the shower).

While he was cleaning that up she/they got a large bottle of hand sanitizer and poured it out.  While he was cleaning that up she/they got a full bottle of….are you ready for this…syrup…yes, syrup and poured it out all over the master bedroom and bathroom.

Instead, I had a nervous breakdown.