Wherin the kids make me laugh

Teenage daughters are curious things. One minute they're best of friends, next, worst of enemies. Most of the time they are mysterious to me, you know, in a dazed confused sort of way. I'm beginning to think that my wife is correct in that I'll never understand them....maybe that's a good thing?

The other day I get home and the 2 eldest are chasing through the house. While not unusual, this time the younger of the two is chasing the older one and she has a can of Lysol disinfectant in her hand. She's trying to spray her sister with it.

The eldest pleads with me to tell her to stop, which, being the ever obedient dad I do.

Of course I have to know just what in the world is going on and why in the world is the younger, inherent dangers aside, was thinking trying to spray the older with said Lysol...that's what I really wanted to know.

The reply I got was priceless: "Well, Dad, It says right here on the can that it eliminates 99.9% of germs...I keep spraying here but she just won't go away"

1000 points for creativity.