Last item before bed, I figured I would finish a final load of laundry.

Picking up my son’s dirty baseball pants, I knew they would require special attention.  Spraying with abandon, I drenched the pants with OxiClean.

Nearing the end of my chemical dousing, my wife walked through the room and sniffed the air.  “What are you putting on those pants?,” she asked.

“OxiClean,” I responded in tired grump husband fashion.

“Smells like Tilex,” responded my concerned bride.

Glancing down, I saw that my beautiful wife was correct.  I had covered the pants with enough Tilex to clean a highway rest stop.  Twice.

Son, step away from the spray bottle.