The other day, I was upstairs folding Hannah's clothes, when Logan came up and joined me. He seemed to have a glistening look to his face; almost "buttery," I thought.
"What's on your face, Logan?"
"Broccoli Spray."
"What?!"
"Broccoli Spray!"
"Show me!"
He took me to the kitchen where I slipped and nearly fell in a puddle of something greasy. I also noticed my oven door.
Logan had sprayed it with non-stick cooking spray and then scrubbed it with the sponge. Somehow, he also managed to spray it on his face and all over the floor.
"I did a chore!" he announced proudly. 
He was just too cute to get mad at him (look at that face), so I thanked him, wiped his face, and then put the cooking spray on a MUCH higher shelf.
It took me a while to figure out why he called it, "broccoli spray." At our house, I would think he would call it, "cookie spray," or "cake spray." Finally, my Mom pointed to the picture on the can.
OH! Broccoli Spray! I get it!
