I have the sort of room that I dreamed about having when I was a kid. You know, a spiral staircase, TV built into the book case, sousaphone on the wall, etc. So when kids come here, I can't begrudge them hanging out in here even if I'm somewhere else in the house.
On Canada Day, I took a break from scrambling eggs to go to the bathroom. I found Liam, Jane and Heather (11, 8 and 11) up here playing with my puppets. Were they curious about why a grown man has a collection of puppets? No. Did they want to know why I have three brass instruments in plain view and others in their cases? No. Did they ask about the four Viking helmets on the wall? Okay, yes, they did. But what they really wanted to talk about, what really had them worked up and they just could not understand was...
"Why do you have lady deodorant?"
"It was cheaper," I said.
"But it's for women," they said, "and you're a man."
"But it's unscented, so it's the same thing and it was a dollar cheaper."
Alas, I was informed by Liam, and the girls concurred, that even for a dollar less, I should not be using the lady deodorant.
At least I know I wasn't being ridiculously paranoid when I hid the prescription drugs before they came over.