We had to go to Wal-Mart last night to buy some groceries so my husband could make home-made salsa for our small group after church tonight. We were as full as ticks after eating Greek food at a little place in town. They must have put some sort of mind altering dope in that stuff because Kev and I were supernaturally tired and our brains were foggy. We ditched plans to watch a movie we rented so we could go to bed early instead.
While we were waiting in line to pay for our groceries, Kaden (my 11 year old son) was checking out all the last minute items on the shelves before you get to the register. He picked up a bottle of trial sized Lysol.
His daddy saw him pick up the Lysol and said, “Now, there’s something you DON’T want to get your mom for Mother’s Day.”
Kaden looked back down at the package in his hand, wondering. “Why?” he asked.
“Well, it says there on the bottle that it kills germs, right? It would be deadly to your mother.”
Kaden smiled. We all started laughing in the check-out line. Good thing I had already finished my lemonade, or I might have spewed it out on the conveyor belt.
I guess there are worse things to be called than a germ, right?
Just in case there’s any truth to it, I’m refraining from using any household cleaners today. I’m wondering if there might be an angle here that could get me out of cleaning the house for good?
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Oh, and have a happy Mother’s Day (free from cleaning products or anything that remotely reminds you of having to clean up your house)!