Although, I suppose it could be any old brand of wipe. As environmentally uncool as the wipe is, our house would not be habitable without it. Little Missy has the job of wiping down the bathroom sinks each day and she uses the wipes. I use them in the kitchen, laundry room, bathrooms (two boys, enough said).
The Little Man poured almost a pint of maple syrup on the sun room floor, dumped washable paint in the dining room, used an unidentifiable stamp on the foyer wall and 'pilled his juice in the kitchen. We buy the wipes in huge tubs at Costco.
Someday I'll write an ode to the Clorox Wipe, but not before my ode to the library. And to Roomba, the hardest working member of our household.
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