Idiot Pine Sol

If you have met my Wild Child, you know that she is creative when she talks trash. I try not to encourage this behavior, but honestly sometimes it is so darn funny.

A year or so ago the Wild Child was wrestling around with her dad on the floor, when she told him to stop or she would stretch him like a T-shirt. Later that same day, she also mentioned she would shut him like a gate and squash him like a grape. Ya.........that was all on her own.

So you are going to need just a little more history on this story. We vacationed in Phoenix this past summer. It was wonderful. We got a great deal on our accommodations at this site. The condo we stayed in was fairly nice with enough space to be comfortable. The place wasn't super dirty, but you could tell that there were somethings that the cleaning person had neglected. Nothing I couldn't fix in a very short amount of time. The cleaning person obviously wanted us to believe they had cleaned their heart out because the place wreaked of Pine Sol. The first night, I woke in the middle of the night and I could taste the Pine Sol was so thick in the air. My kids started to hate the smell as much and the RS and myself. YUCK! After a couple of days of this lingering smell that never seemed to dissipate, I went on a hunt to find the source. I found 3 SOAKED in Pine Sol rags folded neatly under the kitchen sink. Once we got rid of the rags, the vacation was so much more enjoyable. Upon arriving home, we discovered everything that went with us, still smelled like Pine Sol. Can you believe, even our vehicle smelled of it? Crazy!

So when I heard the Wild Child refer to something as an Idiot Pine Sol this afternoon, I had to turn around so she couldn't see me smile.