So last night I had to clean Logan's car seat. It hasn't been cleaned in a few months (I know, I know!) and to make matters worse, he threw up an entire individual sized carton of chocolate milk all over the car seat. Yum. After I had DH take it apart, I told him to sell the car seat and go buy a new one. He said "we're not those kind of people". I assured him I was willing to become one if it meant not cleaning that thing. Unfortunately, he didn't take me seriously.
Cleaning that seat was right up there with cleaning the toilet or cleaning out the fridge. In fact, I suspect the toilet is probably much cleaner then that car seat was. And you know, when they design car seats, they apparently don't design them with puking children in mind.
But, after I pulled out all the petrified chicken nuggets and single cell organisms growing in the seat (I kid! There were no chicken nuggets), it was finally clean. For now.
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