Cleanliness is Next to Impossible

We’re in the time machine (i.e., a sheet tented over Mommy and Daddy’s bed), hurtling through space and aeons, when I notice that space and time smell a lot like dirty kids. Yes, the confinement of the ‘machine’ was concentrating the odors wafting off my less-than-fresh children, and I realized that maybe, just maybe, we…