As I rounded the corner into the master bath, I spotted Jackson standing near the sink holding a tiny bottle of eye drops in his right hand and its even tinier lid in his left.
I quickly snatched the bottle out of his hand and got down face-to-face with him.
I transformed into CSI-Mom-Mode and noted there were no drops around his mouth or eyes and the bottle still felt heavy (recall the saline incident of 2009? http://houpley.blogspot.com/2009/11/youd-better-check-yourself.html)
Then I began to question my 36-inch tall suspect.
"Did you eat any of this?"
Hmmm. He had no alibi, yet he stood firm, claiming innocence.
I decided to go another route I learned from my sister-in-law, who has a five-year-old boy.
"What did it taste like?"