I came home from a meeting tonight… hmm… the house smells like essential oils. I diffuse it in the girls bedroom at night so that must be it. I go down to the basement to talk to my husband… uhoh, he doesn’t look very happy. Turns out the girls got into our bedroom (we try to lock the door because two four-year-olds can really do some damage). And since mommy has been rubbing oil on their feet before bedtime lately, they decided they would do it. Except that I used the roller applicator with the diluted lavender. Apparently they just grabbed the bottles and were rubbing them directly on the bottoms of their feet. On the plus side, lavender and frankincense are fairly benign. On the downside, frankincense isn’t exactly cheap. And as my husband said, “that’s why the house smells like a whorehouse.” Admittedly I have never been to a whorehouse, but I imagine they smell more flowery… but perhaps not. So the oils have now been moved to a safer location. Lesson learned.