So we've had to hide the deodorant because Ladybug has been eating it, and, silly me, I forgot to put the Secret in the top cupboard the other night. The Cave Troll had been up and around after he'd been put to bed, and I finally just laid him down, threatened spankings and got really stern, like I do. He had his arms up by his head, and when I bent down to kiss him, I thought 'uh-oh...I know that smell...'
"Cave Troll--what have you been eating?"
(Imagine blank look here.)
"What did you eat?" (I'm getting more concerned--the smell is REALLY STRONG...)
"What did you eat?" (About then, I notice some white stuff on his shirt...)
"What did I eat?"
"Yeah, honey, what did you eat?" (Oh...this might be the deodorant, no wonder...)
"Boogers, mama! I ate boogers!"
Oh. Well alrighty then. My booger-eating son tried to put deodorant on after his shower. It all makes sense to me now.