Oranges Are NOT Always Good

MB learned a valuable lesson today.

I heard crying in the bathroom and thought nothing of it. Someone is always whining and crying about something. A few seconds later it turned into real crying and MG decided to announce that MB was crying. (Never one to state the obvious.) I went in there and MB, by this time, was screaming and crying and in absolute hysterics.

He was clutching his butt, carrying on. I thought maybe he needed to go but it hurt, and he told me (in so many words and cries) that he had already gone. So then I thought maybe it was a big one and hurt, or maybe hemorrhoids (which are always pleasant). So we got the Tucks out and he was still spazzing.

This goes on for at least 20 minutes, then Bapa suggested we put him in a warm bath. I filled the tub just enough, and he soaked in it for a while and slowly started feeling better.
Oh, the end of the story is so much better.

A little while later, Bapa came out of the TV room laughing. Through Dominic’s random chattering, a confession of sorts slowly emerged. Then the Invisible Man (his words, no joke) decided the natural orange room spray (I emphasize natural and chemical-free) needed to be sprayed at the source of the smell.

That’s right. He had air-freshened his butt-crack. Life Lesson Learned.