Brush Off

 

I've noticed that some gadgets are more useful for things other than what they were intended. Case in point (stupid phrase, but I had to use it once to find out.) baby bottle brushes.

First, if you have a baby bottle that is so milk-encrusted that it requires a brush to get it clean, your child care license is revoked. If you can't be trusted with a baby bottle, how can you be trusted with a baby?

But I digress. I have a baby bottle brush because before Ryanne was born, I offered to take care of her until she was old enough to go to a regular day care. Like all first time mothers, Tracy was loaded down with an unbelievable variety of baby products including tiny spoons, thermometers, manicure and pedicure devices and a bulbous rubber thing that resembled an abbreviated turkey baster which I never quite figured out what its supposed was. Rumor has it that they are used in hospitals to suction mucus (note to brother who once made a query on this subject) from a congested infant's nose. Totally creepy and another reason to stay away from hospitals.

And several bottle brushes, one of which arrived in my taking care of Ryanne package. I didn't use it for years, even after Ryanne moved beyond tippy cups, but eventually I decided there were cleaning projects it could be used for. But mostly I was wrong. The size and shape of the brush and bristles made it totally useless for cleaning grooves and tight corners, but I never gave up on it. I just couldn't bring myself to throw something away that had never accomplished a single brush type task.

Today I discovered it's perfect purpose, but this is getting way to long for a blog, so let me just take a short cut.

Dryer lint. A tale for another blog, another day.

Nancy Sherer

 

 


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