Today - I am not so proud of that person! I finally cleaned the poop from Harrison's shoes - 3 sets of surgical gloves, one knife, one vegetable brush (now in the trash), one Mr. Clean eraser and half a container of disinfectant wipes later - the shoes are clean and hanging out on the dryer pending moisture evaporation.
I tell ya' - I just couldn't throw them away. Not now - not while I'm spending way too much money on school supplies, new gym shoes, new school clothes . . . one pair of shoes that still fit and are in good shape are far too valuable to throw out over a coat of poop. But as you can see . . . it took me TWO WEEKS to build up the umph to clean 'em off. I worried that the stench would be so soaked in I'd never get it out . . . fortunately, they are more than 8 yr-old boy worthy. But heaven help me if I ever meet the person who thought, "hey, it'd be a great idea to make pin-sized shapes a quarter of an inch deep on the sole of shoes . . . just big enough to let anything gross squeeze in and not big enough to allow anything to come out." They'd be in for a fight.
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Be Careful, your entering the Clean Freak Zone. First the shoes, next the baseboards, before you know what hit you it's on to the lint screen. Me and Magic Eraser are one.
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