Bounty, Brawny, No Idea
Some days, life can be a sitcom. Then others, it’s more like a commercial. In this case, a paper towel commercial.
The need for super absorbency, I should clarify. Not the beefy guy in a lumberjack shirt.
This isn’t a metaphor, unfortunately. Kids can make a heck of a mess.
My youngest two like to help any way they can. And by help, I mean make things worse but it’s well-intentioned. I realize that sometime in the foreseeable future I’ll be hard-pressed to get anyone to lift a finger. Like my oldest son now. Getting him to assist in chores is like prying a monkey from a tree.
As I was saying, J was bringing in groceries last night. It becomes a mini-tag team effort, with Buzz carrying a light bag absent of eggs or a sturdy gallon of milk by the handle. This time, though, I took the task a bit further by asking if he’d like to place the plastic jug of milk on the top shelf of the refrigerator. And that’s when it slipped out of his hands, hitting the ground like a bomb.
It was a vitamin A and D fortified crime scene. The floor was a sheen of opaque white, liquid splatters everywhere. Then, as I’m soaking up the evidence, I could swear I hear a stoic voice overhead narrating, “So soft and absorbent, these paper towels will pick up even the toughest of messes! It’s the quicker picker upper!”.
My cat probably thought he had gone to heaven.
As for me, I think I might watch too much TV.
I'm Crystal. A 30-something mom to 3 young kids living in the Midwest USA. When I'm not chasing my children, I'm a freelance writer and web designer. I like to tell stories from our days and share what we enjoy...
11 Responses
on April 29 2010
Oh, no! The next commercial in my head would have been, “Calgon, take me away!”
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on April 29 2010
We haven’t had the exploding milk, but we did have an exploding ketchup bottle. Good times, good times.
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on April 29th, 2010
@Angella, OK, you win. Ketchup is worse.
on April 29 2010
That’s what my big ol’ slobbery dog is for. She was awesome when he was in a high chair. I never had to clean up the floor!
on April 29th, 2010
@Tina, A dog would have been a much bigger help than my cat. My cat was pretty slow about the whole thing, but really happy.
on April 29 2010
Oh, no. I will now make sure Iz doesn’t take milk in to the house. I don’t want to have to clean up that mess!
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on April 29 2010
Oops!
I actually spilled milk last month. I thought the cat would lick it up but no, he just calmly stepped over the mess and watched me clean it up.
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on April 30 2010
Exploding milk sounds pretty bad. A couple of months ago my son dropped a bottle of syrup. I assumed that the plastic bottle would save it but I was very very wrong.
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on April 30th, 2010
@Marilyn (A Lot of Loves), Oh no! I think syrup would be worse than milk. At least milk isn’t sticky.
on April 30 2010
Ugh, what a mess! And if you miss even a spot of it before it dries, forget it! Dried milk isn’t going anywhere! One of us — my brother, sister, or I — spilled milk in my parent’s kitchen when we were kids, and only half-heartedly cleaned up. There’s still milk splotches on one of the bottom cabinets — it dried on like paint!
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on April 30th, 2010
@Crystal @ Semi-Crunchy Mama, I’ve noticed that, heh.