So I guess I put too much trust in my six year old to wash the kitchen floor on his own last night. Usually, a few kids will tackle that chore together, and they always look forward to it because I let them "skate" with the rags at the bottom of their feet. (for those of you old enough to remember, I got this idea from watching Pippi Longstocking, although I believe she had actual brushes that she would strap to her feet)
Anyway, so last night A.J. was the only one who didn't help out with the chores that day, so after dinner I told him that he could wash the floor while we were all upstairs getting ready for bed. So he happily agreed, and I left him in the kitchen while I bathed babies and kids upstairs.
About 30 minutes later, I went downstairs to check on him. Upon entering the kitchen, I noticed a very different smell. I was expecting to smell Pine Sol, you know, because that is what we always put in the bucket when we wash the floor. And just about the time I noticed that there was a strange smell in the air, I stepped onto the kitchen floor and SLID about three feet. Now, I've slipped and skidded on wet floors before, but this was nothing like that. I actually floated across the kitchen floor. I looked down at my feet and everything was so slick looking and quite shiney.
Then I looked on the counter, and there it was. Sitting near the bucket. Next to wet rags. There sat a bottle of Vegetable Oil.
You gotta be kidding me. Is this what A.J. used to "wash" our floor?
Okay, so this tells me we have a lot of reading/vocabular/spelling to get to, because my 6 year old did not know that VEGETABLE OIL does not spell PINE SOL.
He later explained that it was the same color as Pine Sol, so how was he supposed to know?
But then I said, "But A.J....the SMELL. Couldn't you tell that it wasn't PINE SOL just by the smell?"
To which he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
Was I angry? No. Not at him. At myself, a little. Because had I not been so anxious to get all the kids bathed and into bed for the night, I might have taken the time to fill the bucket with Pine Sol for him. But nooooo, I was in a HURRY and let him do it.
So, my bad.
Taught me a lesson (see, even after NINE kids, I am still being taught daily lessons!) because instead of relaxing that night, which I had planned on doing, I spent a good hour mopping up Vegetalbe Oil off my kitchen floor, and then another 20 minutes after that washing it with Pine Sol.