That was the note I found on the kitchen counter when I got home. It seems that the Kid had decided that her lunch box needed to be cleaned. Instead of just asking she wrote me a note. Hubby picked her up from school today and thinks it smelt more like pickles (part of today's lunch) than poo. Either way, it is the washing machine and I am saving this note for her wedding. Or whenever I need to embarrass the Kid when she is older than 6.