Tears

We have a love hate relationship with spray bottles at our house.  I love them when it comes time to do hair, especially long little girl hair.  But I hate them when I hear them being used in the bathroom over and over again and there are no little girls in the bathroom.  This can only mean one thing . . . John has gotten ahold of the spray bottle.  He loves to spray the entire bathroom, dismantle the spray bottle, squirt his sisters and just plain make a mess with it have fun with it.

On this particular morning after John is done using the toilet I hear the spray bottle going squirt, squirt, squirt.  I don't have the energy to rush in there so after several minutes I finally go in there to reprimand my little squirting monster. As I enter the bathroom he says, "Look Mom the mirror is crying . . . see . . . tears."

How can I reprimand him for something so cute and clever.  So I just wipe off the mirror and return the spray bottle to it's proper location.  Then he says, "Look the door is crying too."  I then hand him the towel and he goes on to tell me the wall has tears, the bathtub has tears and so on. Sigh!

Moments like this make me love this little boy . . . so innocent . . . so cute!