Mop-n-Glo

We are not a family of clean-freaks. Rather, we avoid soap and sponges, fearing the strata of our grime.  But every so often, the old mop emerges, its sponge dried up like mudcracks of the desert. No one told us about diluting the concentrated cleaners, and so the Mop-n-Glo gets applied to the floor - liberally. Unable to stand on the newly frictionless tiles, we have fun sliding about. And that's when Mother returns, our grandfather in tow. Unsteady on his feet to begin with, Pa spends his visit outside. Mother doesn’t ask us to clean again for some time.