Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I came up into the kitchen tonight and everything smelled like Shout. Will had been sitting on the washer in the laundry room watching his brother race on the Cars website. When I came in, Will had the spray bottle in hand; everything in the pantry was drenched with stain remover. “It was on fire!!” he explains. Ah. Imaginary fire. Good thing we had the Shout handy.