I came up into the kitchen tonight and everything smelled like Shout. Will had been sitting on the washer in the laundry room watching his brother race on the Cars website. When I came in, Will had the spray bottle in hand; everything in the pantry was drenched with stain remover. “It was on fire!!” he explains. Ah. Imaginary fire. Good thing we had the Shout handy.
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That's hilarious, because Jackson got into the shout at our house yesterday, only it became Spiderman's webs all over the kitchen table and windows.
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