mister clean

While on the phone with Son #1 last November I heard lots of screaming in the background.  The Funny Grandson was pitching a major fit over having to take a bath.  You know how boys are at that age, allergic to soap and water and clean ears.

Son #1 had to hang up the phone and help get FG into the tub.  I had the feeling that my grandson was in big trouble…again.

Now for some odd reason this popped up in my Amazon ads the next time I went onto the site.


(I’m not sure why, but I do have a tendency to look for weird gifts.  Just ask my nephew (now in his twenties, working in DC) about the Christmas of the Remote Controlled Fart Machines.)

Inside each bar of “money soap” is, well, money.  Either a 1, 5, 10, 20 or 50 dollar bill.  You have to use up the bar of soap in order to get to the plastic-encased fortune in the middle.  My FG loves having a pocket full of $1 bills and he absolutely loves to shop, so this was a no brainer.

After he and his dad and uncle picked us up at the airport before Christmas, the FG wanted to discuss Christmas presents and what Grandma could have in her suitcase with his name on it.

So I gave him a hint (I am also notorious in the family for my hints, which are totally ambiguous and crazy-making, even if you are over six years old):  “You don’t get it until it goes away.”

His father was hunched over the steeling wheel, trying to keep from laughing out loud as he negotiated Austin rush hour traffic.

My grandson sat there in his booster seat, his fingers tapping on his thighs while he thought for long, long moments.  Finally he had a guess.  “A tow truck???”

“Brilliant idea,” I said.  “But no.”

There were other guesses over the next few days until he finally decided, a bit grimly, that he had been outsmarted by his grandmother–again.  And then on Christmas morning it all made sense.  He wasn’t too thrilled with getting soap for Christmas, but once he caught on that using the soap equaled getting money, he was all in.

His father reported that the FG lathers up so much soap in each night’s shower that he looks like the Abominable Snowman and that he washes his hands every chance he gets.

Here’s the link:


It’s a bit pricey for a bar of soap, but getting a boy to want to take a bath?  Priceless!!!!



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2 Responses to mister clean

  1. Sharon M Winn says:

    Cool soap, even cooler grandmother!

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