I don't have children.  Just had to say that for frame of reference.  Your post did, however, remind me of a few things from when I was a kid that make me think... be thankful you didn't have boys.  From knocking my brothers teeth out to having him put a dent in the wall with my back I am picturing what I would have done with a bowl full of marinade and how my parents would have reacted.

Scenario:  Dad, Pat, and brother outside by the grill.

- I throw the bowl of marinade on my brother.
- He tackles me, punches me, bloodies my nose, and covers me in marinade
- My mom yells out the window for my dad to grab the both of us
- My mom runs outside and hoses both of us down while my dad, none to pleased, gets wet as well
- Both of us dragged inside to sit in our rooms
- Dinner is late and cold

Now I feel bad for my parents. Sorry mother, father, brother, and Kristin for this wasteful post.

Enjoy the summer. :)