A family that fails together...
I'd had it with Swiffers. The third time using my brand new Swiffer, it stopped spraying (the whole point) and so I stopped mopping...until Piper spilled cranberry juice everywhere and it had to be done. I refused to buy ANOTHER stupid Swifter. I also refused to buy a real mop (sorry Pinesol lady). So I deconstructed my swifter to figure out what was wrong. Nothing was wrong. My daughter Cayden watched me unscrew the plastic cover, inspect the wiring on the motor (I was pretending I knew what I was doing), check for clogs in the tubes, etc. When I pulled off the battery pack, Duracells rolled across my sticky floor. "Maybe you need new batteries?" She optimistically suggested, 4 years of experience rattling in her tilted head. I laughed a bit at her innocent solution to everything. When the internet isn't working, she says we need to change the batteries. "No, it's pretty new, I don't think it's the batteries..." There was nothing...