Bob and I have spent several days avoiding a needed task–purchase some more dishwasher soap. There is a full load of dirty (but rinsed) dishes waiting for soap. And since it is hot here, no one is volunteering to take on extra work by cleaning those dishes. And as empty nesters, we have lots of dishes, we can wait a few days. But there are only a limited number of small plates, washing will be needed soon. So tonight, I suggested putting in some hand dishwashing soap. Bob said “go ahead, put in lots” and then he ruined the joke by asking if this would clean the floor.
It is a huge mistake to put dish soap in the dishwasher. Lots of foam, oozing out the sides as an unstoppable monster results from making that mistake. I made it once and will never do it again. Maggie was a small child, probably about 4 or 4.5 years old. Liz was a very small baby, but old enough to sleep at night. Maggie was amazed, bucket after bucket of suds went into the bathtub. Eventually she got to take a suds only bath. Very exciting. I wonder if maggie remembers any of that event.