Anyway, since I own grout now, I thought I'd try it.
I tried it. I was down on my hands and knees scrubbing the grout in between the tiles on the kitchen floor. It wasn't too long before my son joined me with the extra rag I had laying on the floor. He knew just what to do. He really concentrated and wouldn't look up from his work. We scrubbed and scrubbed all around the kitchen. Then, his sister joined us. So, I got a rag for her. We scrubbed and scrubbed that grout. I don't know why this held any interest to them at all. Wait- I don't know why it held any interest for me in the first place.
There's not much to this story, but I like cleaning grout now. I don't do it very often, but I always think of those two little grout cleaners who helped me that day. I love how they joined in with whatever I was doing. It didn't matter what it was; we were together and it makes me smile to picture the three of us crawling around on the kitchen floor with our grout scrubbing rags (oh! and I was 40 weeks pregnant at the time- a little funnier).
It kind of makes me think of this article: http://powerofmoms.com/2010/04/whats-the-point-of-housework/.
Oh, and that grout cleaning recipe is:
• 7 cups of water
• 1/2 cup of baking soda
• 1/3 cup of lemon juice
• 1/4 cup of vinegar
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