I set up the commuter bike with the back seat and went inside to find the 3yo spraying 409 all over the kitchen. His normal reaction in such situations is much like that of a seagull or coyote... he’ll keep doing it til chased, then run away with it, then cast it away when capture is certain. Conscious of the danger to my eyeballs, I asked, told, ordered, yelled at him to stop, then lunged for the bottle... and did a giant pratfall when my bike shoes met the puddle, taking him down with me. He cried, I cried, wife and dogs ran in to see. My tailbone is bruised. That always takes forever to heal.

later in the ride, I found a plush reindeer antler from a car window. :/