Last week, I was talking to my oldest sister on the phone. In the best non sequitur ever, she blurts out, "Did you know you can't use Mister Clean Magic Eraser pads on your skin?"
My flat response, "Yeah, it says so on the box. Why? Did you try to use it on your skin?"
"Well, yeah. I was dying my hair, and I got some on the back of my neck, and it wouldn't come off, so I used the eraser pad on it thinking it would work and it burned my skin."
Ok, seriously. My sister, God love her, is 30. Really? She just used bleach on her skin. I'm pretty sure most of us are taught at an early age that bleach isn't good for skin. If you have any doubts, look at Michael Jackson. But, I know for sure she was taught this lesson.
And if it weren't enough that she didn't know not to use it her skin, she says, "oh yeah, it DOES say so on the box. Right here. CAUTION: Do not use on skin. May cause burning. Wow, I wouldn't have thought that!"
Ok, I love my sister SO much, but really? How did all of my parents intellect skip her and end up in me?
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