That's always Spyder's answer when I find him doing something odd. Not necessarily something that he shouldn't do, but just . . . odd.
Last night he was taking a bit too long with his shower, so I knocked on the bathroom door to hurry him a bit. Immediately after my knock, I heard a *thud* "OW!" I opened the door to find out what was going on.
Skeeter's sink was filled with shaving cream. Spyder was standing in front with shaving cream all over his feet. We had the usual Mom Inquisition.
ME: What were you doing?
SPYDER: Oh, I needed to wash my feet.
ME: You didn't do that in the shower?
SPYDER: Uh. Yes?
ME: So then what were you really doing?
SPYDER: I was imagining that I was making this really cool acid paste that would blow up the door.
Life is never dull around here.