Rob and I sat down to watch a little TV after a long day. The kid should have been in bed, but he is like a wild animal who never wants to sleep. He was playing upstairs in his room, so what could possibly go wrong?
We heard a <pop>. This was the kind of pop that doesn’t necessarily spark fear of injury. It was the kind of pop that you had to stop and think about what would actually make that kind of sound. I was playing a round of secret sounds like you always here on the radio…but this time, it could only be one thing.
Shaving cream. It was the sound that shaving cream makes when you finally reach the END of the bottle. I dashed up the stairs because I just knew that this kid has done it again! He found my brand new bottle of shaving cream that I had just bought yesterday. He spread it throughout the house about an hour after I finished cleaning.
It seems like he started in my bathroom, trailed down the hallway, hit the front room, did a dance on the kitchen floor, headed back down the hallway, and made the big finale in his room…
