In just a few hours of moving in, our furniture and toys overtook almost every room of his house. Uncle's refrigerator was quickly filled with gallons of whole milk, apple juice, and baby yogurts. His pantry was stuffed with graham crackers, Cheerios, Pop-tarts, and fruit snacks. Kee's shoes littered his mudroom creating an obstacle course for anyone traveling through it.
Kee and I were so nervous that our two lovely children would destroy Uncle's pristine home. During our first meal, Twiggy was eating pizza and jumped up, grabbed one of the white columns in the dining room, and spun around. My heart sank as I could just envision red pizza sauce smeared perfectly around the crisp white architecture. Luckily, her hands were clean!
Z has left countless finger and nose prints on the windows. Umm...he may even have licked one or two.
But in the end it wasn't Twiggy....or Z....or even me that made their mark on Uncle's life as he knew it. It was Kee. It was day four of our stay when we made pasta for dinner. Kee thought he'd help me out, so he served up the noodles on paper plates. Hindsight would suggest that washing the dishes would have caused less heartache. When it was time to clear the table, we noticed these awful white marks. The hazy marks didn't wipe clean! We burned the table!
After fessing up to Uncle, we did the only thing we could think of...we Googled solutions. We first tried Pledge and Old English. Nope...nothing! We (Uncle and I, not Kee) smeared Miracle Whip over the white spots. Still no luck! There was only one last internet suggestion that everyone swore by. They suggested taking an iron set to the steam setting and placing it on a white cloth over the burn. As you can see from the photo below, this was a no go for us.
|Perfect iron mark|
Uncle laughed about the whole situation. He said,"If this is the worse thing that happens this month, then we'll be good. Unfortunately I had to remind him that we weren't even a week into our stay!