I'm out with a friend for coffee one afternoon when the emergency call comes in. My husband says he has had it and wants me to come home asap. After one son spills a 5-lb. bag of popcorn kernels all over the kitchen floor, the five-year-old has wrapped a mega-sticker he got from the doctor's office around his action-pack. It's on there so good that my husband can't peel it off without the five-year-old getting on his tippy-toes and squeaking "Owwee, owwee, owwee!"
I could tell hubby wasn't happy so I headed home. In the meantime, it took a good long soak in the tub to get the sticker unstuck.