You know you’re in for something good when you hear those words from your children.
It was just about dinner time when I hear…Hey Mom! Come see this!
I say, I can’t because I am making dinner.
Then Sir Son says, “But MOM! Dad threw down a knife and punctured a can of spray foam. It exploded!”
Me, “Do I need my camera”
Sir Son, “YES!”
So I go upstairs to our master bedroom, that is still being remodeled. And there in the middle of the floor was a blob. A big oozing blob, still hugging the can, thinking it is its mommy or something.
Ooo, says I. Then I make Sir Son cut it open so I can see inside. You never know, there might be a surprise inside. Doesn’t it look like a scene from an alien movie, where they cut the outer shell to get to the alien? Doesn’t it look like that a little bit? Squint your eyes, that might help.
Nothing was inside, of course. But if there was, this is where you’d find the gooy-drippy alien, just before it attacks you and turns you into a blob, to be cut open by a Sir Son, and then the cycle starts all over. It’s a horrible way to reproduce, except the aliens don’t mind it.
I decide to investigate a little more. The outer part is hard, but the inside is gooy-sticky. Nasty feeling stuff. By this time, Sir Husband is calling us down for dinner. I had more important things to do, like play with the nasty sticky stuff and take pictures.
After awhile, I get tired of hearing Sir Husband barking at me to come down for dinner. I go to the sink and wash my hands. Only I can’t wash my hands. The sticky stuff doesn’t come off.
Me: Sir Husband how do I get this sticky stuff off?
S.H.: You don’t
Me: Seriously, how do I get this off?
S.H.: You don’t. It wears off.
Me: Well, how long does it take to wear off?
S.H.: About three days.
S.H.: Three days. It feels better after it drys.
Sir Son: What did you do, stick your entire finger down in there?
I decided to make use of the sticky fingers.
I know there is a lesson here somewhere. I just know it.