means hidden treasure everywhere. The innocent Mom just trying to clean her house better ask questions first or face frustrated tears, later. What she considered dirty gray rocks (on the coffee table?!) were rare volcanic specimens from Mars! That rough and jagged branch left on the front porch? that she threw on the woodpile before it tripped her a 3rd time? That was clearly a Jedi light saber! Popsicle sticks, bottle caps, pinecones and more I have learned over the last decade to assume it isn’t trash, and find out. Lately Sam has a special item which he calls “my concoction”. Several times a day we hear “Where’s my concoction?!” and twice, before getting in the old Suburban we’ve had to wait as he scrambles to get it, before we go. I am willing to wait a few minutes for it though, because it is pretty amazing stuff. According to its inventor, it is a plant killer, a poison, an explosive, or a truth serum “depending on your needs at the moment of crisis” Sam says. A few weeks ago at the Dentist office, along with the obligatory free toothbrush, the boys received a trial size bottle of mouthwash. I was surprised how excited Sam was over this gift, since he violently detests all things mint flavored. But the treasure was the tiny plastic bottle, and after getting permission he peeled off the label and started experimenting. I asked his permission before giving our blog readers the precise recipe for such an incredible product, and here it is:
a pinch of dirt (sand is even better)
There you go-its Valentines Day so go ahead and mix this up. Over a romantic dinner you can slip it to your spouse as a truth serum. If you don’t like what you hear? Remember…its also an explosive.