A Different Kind Of Electrolyte

Last night, Progeny One comes into my office crying and gagging at the same time. He holds up his small Clifford The Big Red Dog cup.

"Progeny Two peed in my gatorade," He says around a gag.

"No he did not," I said disbelievingly. What is the deal with my child? Last week it was someone's pizza. P-two comes running into the room, his blue eyes enormous and round.

"I sorrwe" he says.

"Why did you pee in your brother's drink? You know what...don't even answer that. Your going to be punished and then your going to bed."

Thirty minutes later, P-two gets out of bed and approaches me.

"Mommy...I need to ask you sumpin."

I nodded my consent.

"I need a match."

I didn't ask even ask what he wanted with a match. I just put him back to bed and hid every thing that could possibly make a flame.