Philip is always getting into things. Water is probably his go to play item be it from the dog’s water dish, the sink, or mud puddles.
Today has been no different. I watched him dump Roscoe’s water this morning before I left for work.
When I called Peter during my lunch break I asked, “Was Philip a good boy before school?”
“No,” was his immediate response. Turns out he went into the laundry room and played in the detergent.
As soon as I got home, I could smell it. I have to admit, it’s not a bad odor. I suppose if Philip is going to get into trouble, at least it will leave the house smelling mountain fresh.
What’s that smell? It’s the spicy goodness of Day 22.