Tricks are for mummy

This morning, I asked Isaac to run and brush his teeth before the bus came. He certainly was TAKING HIS TIME- so I went in to retreive the man- only to find him squeezing my tube of eu de muy expensee facial masque- into the sink. I was like

STOP. STOP. STOP. and this was NOT a telegram people! He had emptied 1/2 the bottle down the sink. He stopped- looked up at me and said

MOM, I was playing A GREAT BIG TRICK ON YOU! ITS TRICK TIME, RIGHT?

Um, no, TIME OUT TIME. He then burst out into tears. I said, hey look, this is clearly NOT TOOTHPASTE- just brush your teeth and get to the bus stop- and NO MORE DESTRUCTIVE TRICKS FROM YOU--mmmKAY?

What am I going to do with him? I know bryan got a book about being destructive from the library- perhaps this could be an evening story time staple- until he gets the CONCEPT.