"How it's going in quarantine?" Week 4, in which my son pees in all the upstairs trash cans.

Last night it smelled like pee in the upstairs bathroom, which is not unusual if you live with littles who stand up to pee. I made a mental note to clean the toilet tomorrow and moved on.

Got up and forgot and went downstairs and cooked and wrote all day. Went upstairs and the pee smell was... STRONG. Like cat pee, but obviously not cat pee.

I had mentioned the pee smell earlier, and both kids were very puzzled. So I went hunting. Nope, it's not strongest in the bathroom. The family room? AND The boy's room? What's happening?

My partner watched my confusion for a few and then took the boy aside. You don't know anything about this mystery? Well, maybe a little. I peed in my trash can. Maybe a day, maybe a week ago. Who can tell time?

I sniff at the trash can in his room. Yeah, it's pretty funky. Ok! Mystery solved. But wait -- what's up with the smell in the family room then? Well I realized, so I poured the pee into the big trash. Which big trash? In the kitchen.

His dad has this stern look on his face that I know means he's trying hard not to laugh. Real casual, I say uh, are you sure there not any more clues we might need to know to get rid of the smell? Well, maybe... He motions for dad to follow.

Umm well first I tried to pour it in the family room trash but I spilled it. So I covered it up with this washcloth. And then put the trash can on top. Yes, dear reader, you guessed it - the trash can is wooden. It's imbued. As is the floor.

After some discussion, (my partner did not buy my argument that this should be a stand up pe-er project) we grownups split the cleanup into two jobs. I would clean out the cans and he would scrub the floor with his better back.