One day my son found me in the middle of the living room staring up at the ceiling.
“What are you looking at?” he asked.
“That stain on the ceiling that looks suspiciously like spaghetti. How in the world do you think it got there?”
“I have no idea,” he grinned.
Perching him on a chair, with a Magic Eraser in hand, wiped both the grin off his face and the stain off the ceiling. I love that foamy rectangle.
I consider myself a health conscious person interested in the environment and sustainability. I use very few commercial cleaning products, preferring to make my own from vinegar and lemon and other non-toxic sources. I read ingredient labels and choose products based on them. But my love of Magic Erasers is such that not only do I have no idea what they are made from, I don’t want to know. I don’t care. I would be devastated to find that there is anything toxic in those truly magical sponges, as they actually do what they promise – a rare thing in the world today – they make my life easier.
When my children were born I decided that I would be the parent who hosted all of her kids’ friends. You know that parent – the one who always has a house full of kids and always knows what her own are doing. Now that my kids are teens, I am that parent and couldn’t be happier. It’s a rare weekend that doesn’t find several teens hanging out, watching TV, playing games and raiding the refrigerator. A house full of teens makes me happy. And makes a mess.
I probably use every variety of Magic Eraser for far more than the makers intended. They save me countless hours of scrubbing walls, appliances, ceilings, the shoes of a teenager who insists on wearing white sneakers, lampshades, window blinds, every square inch of the one bathroom used by far too many people, doorknobs, video game controllers, mud splattered sports equipment, a pink DVD player, alarm clocks, a mysterious stain on a sisal rug and every do-you-ever-wash-your-hands fingerprint within a thousand square foot, too small to hold that many teens, home.
Talk about a labor saving device.
The thought of living without Magic Erasers sends me into a mild anxiety attack and straight to the liquor cabinet. If I ever hear that the product line will be discontinued I will hit up every store in a ten mile radius and buy out the stock. I’m not kidding.
Oh, and the truth is, Magic Erasers are not toxic and perfectly safe when used sensibly. It took a couple glasses of wine and every ounce of courage I posses to look that up, but aren’t you glad I did?