My personal hurricane is in Houston for a couple weeks. On Friday, after our long flight from London, he was in the shower and going on and on about how much he loves taking showers in girl's bathrooms because of all the different products girls have and how wonderful all the different smells. He's looking at my shampoo bottles and bath washes that are in the metal basket hanging from the showerhead. Then he notices the shampoo bottles on the shower floor and reaches for a bottle to untwist and sniff.
Um, those are the dog's shampoos.