C comes downstairs to ask me a question. As she's stammering "um...uh...um...uh," I smell something chemical in nature. I run to my bedroom, where the smell is very strong.
Yesterday I had a run in my pantyhose (yes, I still wear pantyhose) and grabbed a nail polish bottle to stop the run. BTW, never use your little daughter's purple glitter nail polish to stop a run - it's not as transparent as it looks. Anyway, I left the bottle on my dresser, and she opened it and poured it into my pajama drawer.
The pajamas are quite pretty, actually.