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Bathroom Smells like Pee

Our bathroom has the overwhelming stench of urine. I know with two little boys, that's bound to happen, which it has, a lot, but this time is different. This time, despite our cleaning efforts, we can't eliminate it. We can't find the source, the ground-zero, if you will. First we thought it was the tub, then the floor. Cleaned them both, still stinks. Then I thought it was the heater vent. That must be a tempting target. I cleaned that this morning. It still stinks. Where could it be?

I've interrogated both boys, but their memories are spotty at best. Each time I question them, I get different answers. They did both admit to going in the tub, but other than that, their stories don't match up at all, and frankly don't make much sense.

We have several options here:
1. Hope we get used to the smell and stop noticing it.
2. Hang an air freshener to cover the smell.
3. Perform an even more thorough cleaning (walls, ceiling, etc ---I'm not sure what their maximum range is, so who knows)
4. Completely re-do the bathroom (it's not like it doesn't need it anyway)
5. Sell the house.

While number 5 is tempting, I hate packing, so that one's out. Number 3 would be the most logical, but what if we go to all that trouble and it still stinks? Number 1 may be the answer. Humans are surprisingly adaptable I always say. But what will our guests think? That wouldn't be good. Number 2 is worth trying; at least in the short term. I'm really starting to like number 4. Maybe this will be the motivation we need to get us off our cans and replace our 1970s-inspired bathroom decor. Maybe the little pee bandits did us a favor...

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