For my own strange and crazy reasons, I make our deodorant. While that in itself might be enough to make you laugh, there really is more to the story here.
Today I got more made and there's about 1/4 C left. Not wanting to waste it, I left it on the counter waiting for me to decide what to do with it.
A few hours later, my son comes home from school. Believing his mom to be a pretty good cook, he's happy to see a bowl of white something sitting in front of the cookie jar. This is what I hear:
"What is that?"
- pause -
"Yyyy-uck!" ... and the kitchen faucet goes on. Sorry.