Mia leaned over. “Give it a drink.”
“You know what?” he said. “That is magic.”
Leo poured the vinegar. For a second, nothing happened. Then, the drain woke up . clean drain with baking soda
“It’s haunted,” his seven-year-old daughter, Mia, whispered from behind him.
A furious, joyful army of white bubbles erupted from the drain, hissing and spitting like a tiny, contained volcano. Mia shrieked with laughter. Leo jumped back, then laughed too. The sound wasn’t a chemical death rattle; it was the sound of a science fair volcano coming to life. It smelled clean—sharp and bright, like a thunderstorm. Mia leaned over
“Plug it!” Mia yelled.
Leo looked at the skull-and-crossbones bottle under the sink, then at his daughter’s proud, vinegar-scented face. He smiled. For a second, nothing happened
Mia ran to the pantry like a detective on a case. She returned with the orange box of baking soda and a dusty bottle of white vinegar.
