if i sing that song enough times, will the kids get really psyched about clean up and thus jump (no, leap!) on that bandwagon just as quick as i can say seventh generation?
no.
but i can! weeeee!
so, here’s the thing. kids are messy. (did you watch the above video? messssssssy!) if i had a dollar for every time there was a rogue drop of milk on our kitchen island that skillfully escaped its bowl of grape nut flakes and, once dried, became unusually difficult to scrub up (you with me?) well… i’d be rich! rich, i tell you! (lindsey is particularly deft at leaving those drops around for me. any chance to have mom whip out her cleaning supplies!)
kids. they eat off the counter tops too. (and floor. and lick the front door glass. okay, that’s just parker, not william or lindsey.) so, when i really realized this i knew i couldn’t be using any sort of nasty bleach-y chemicals to clean my counters. i wanted something that, when they dropped a strawberry on the counter, picked it up, and plopped it in their mouth, wouldn’t make me cringe.
seventh generation to the rescue. counters, glass, bathroom toilets (fear not – the kids aren’t eating off the bathroom floor or swimming in the toilets. nevertheless, i use it there too.)… everywhere! and now that the kids are older, they can help out too. they get to spraying (sometimes their own dried-milk drops!). lindsey likes to clean the window panes in our french doors (pay per pane!). i wouldn’t let ’em use just any ‘ol cleanser knowing it can get on skin, clothes, whatever. but i’ll pass them a bottle of seventh generation quite happily and then start singing my song: cleeean up, cleeean up, everybody cleeeean up!! once in awhile, they’ll even chime in.
this post is sponsored by seventh generation. all opinions are my own.
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