Deja Vu

It’s funny how things come together sometimes. It’s almost a little conspiratorial some days. My very last post was about how bad my house smelled because I baked banana bread (barf) and today it smells like linen-scented Glade.

See, Roo was in the bathroom this morning. And he decided that it smelled bad in there – which was probably correct because my boys consider peeing to be a hands-free experience. I’m not sure if it’s to assure me that they don’t need to wash their hands or sheer laziness, but it fails on all fronts. My bathrooms smell like Times Square on a hot summer evening.

Roo decided he’d had enough of Eau de Subway and grabbed the can of Clean Linen Glade kept in the bathroom. He turned that thing upside down and pushed the button until the can emptied. Fun fact: a can of Glade holds enough liquid to cover the floor of a half-bath with a half-inch layer. Additional Fun Fact: said liquid will be suuuuuuuuper slick.

Roo finished his impromptu graffiti session and tried to open the door, at which point he promptly fell flat on his face. He then layed there, wallowing around like a pig in a puddle, completely unable to find enough traction to stand. He began to holler in panic, at which point we opened the door and discovered Roo had turned the bathroom into a Slip-n-Slide and himself into a linen-scented version of Babe.

We fished him out. And laughed our heads off. And between the baby powder we used to absorb the liquid and the liquid itself, the entire downstairs smells awesomely clean. We might look like an F4 tornado hit a Fisher Price factory, but dang we smell good.

Filing this one away for the future when the boys smell as bad as their older sister. Apparently all I’ll need to do is bake some banana bread and wait for Roo to use the bathroom.