Kids. They are so cute when they are small. And then they grow up.  Every now and then my kids have to flex their humor muscles, and this morning I saw evidence that one of the boys was feeling rather witty yesterday and was in possession of at least one PostIt Note.

laundry soap

I make soap, and that means I have abundant soap scraps — I turn these into (free) laundry soap because why waste perfectly usable soap??  The resulting mix cleans well but does have a rather odd consistency. Rather like firm egg whites. Or, apparently, troll snot.

(on a positive note, this is proof that the kids do their own laundry. That’s a good thing, no matter how they feel about the soap.)