I looked through my closet for a plain, white T-shirt. They are all differing shades of gray. As I held each one up for inspection, my 6 year son came in and saw my shirts spread out on the bed.
"Mom. You need Oxi-Clean."
"Where did you hear about Oxi-Clean?" I knew I didn't have anything stronger than Tide in my laundry room. And maybe a Tide pen.
"I saw it on T.V. You should ALWAYS believe what's on T.V."
Huh. I see I have my work cut out for me.