In the wee waking hours of the morning, Spencer and I awoke to the lemon scent of Lysol. I really didn't think about it, but Spencer got up right away. The oldest two crazies had locked themselves in the downstairs bathroom. One had Lysol, the other a can of aerosol hairspray and they were taking turns spraying each other down...as well as the rest of the bathroom. By the time Spencer got downstairs, they had emptied a half bottle of Lysol and an entire can of hairspray. AND spackled the toilet seat and door with Garnier Surf Hair Texture Paste.
They of course didn't know it was dangerous, but they DID know it was naughty. It doesn't appear that any permanent damage was done.
AHHHH! Those mischievous little monkeys!