Matt brought everything home with him at the end of the semester. As he starts hauling everything down to do laundry, I hear this frantic call to me.
"Mom, Where is the detergent? I can't believe you have no detergent.
What am I supposed to do now?"
I stared at him in disbelief because right on top of the washer was a
large container of ALL detergent.
"Matt, the detergent is right there."
"Oh, I thought that was "a stain lifter."
Hmmm, isn't that the point of a detergent???? Clearly, my job as a mother isn't done.