Our Children Are Saucy

We generally reserve our barbecue sauce for ribs or chicken, but on occasion, it gets slathered generously all over our kids. I'm not exactly sure how it happened. I didn't even know there was a bottle of sauce around to be had. I only know we weren't looking for about a minute and that was 59 seconds too long. To get a straight story over here you need a CSI unit, but the best we can tell using our primitive investigative techniques^* is that N was the initial perpetrator, though it seems he had a willing accomplice.

N is absent from the photo because he was already undergoing decontamination. L who was not so severely exposed still managed to have barbecue sauce all over her hands, up and down her legs, between her toes, and even on the back of her jacket. Our much maligned carpet now has two more large (yet aromatic) blotches added to its collection.

^*I guess you could say we "grilled" them - HA HA HA... um. We have not yet resorted to waterboarding, but since we don't live in Geneva, we're not taking anything off the table just yet.