December 12, 2009

I am such a big helper. Just the other day I heard my mom say how it seemed like she could never stay caught up on laundry so I decided that I needed to do something to help her out.

The washing machine was full of Mike's clothes so I threw in a towel and a few wash cloths. Then I added about a pound of laundry detergent and a liberal amount of bleach.



These pants are totally still wearable.


This is Mike's favorite Star Wars shirt. I think the bleach spots on the shoulder add to the edgy bounty hunter look, don't you?




If I had been just a little more thorough, Mike would have a nice pair of shorts.



Did anyone else know that bleach is corrosive?


Note From Mom
***Before I get comments on what kind of horrible mother would have dangerous chemicals where her toddler could reach them and thus laden heaping piles of guilt on my head (like I haven't already done that myself) let me state the facts:

1. The bleach and laundry detergent were on a shelf above my washing machine, a full five feet off of the ground.
2. The bleach has a child proof (*scoff*) lid that was screwed on tightly.
3. As near as I can figure, he pushed a bucket to the washing machine and climbed up that way.
4. All of this was accomplished in a matter of minutes.
5. Duct taping this child to a chair for all of his waking minutes is the only real way of keeping him out of trouble, and even then I'm not so sure that would do the trick.

I'm just grateful that the only real consequences were a few pieces of ruined clothing. We really can't do much more than keep a sharp eye on him, be grateful that it wasn't worse and laugh when it seems that crying would make more sense.