Creak. Creak. Stick. Stick. That’s the sound my sandals made as I walked across the kitchen floor. It was yucky. I couldn’t avoid it any more. Time to get the mop out. When I reached under the kitchen sink, I found no floor cleaner. {Sigh.} But I spied the baking soda on the counter. There was just enough left from eldest boy’s latest science experiment.
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