This is how we, the Skocelai, choose to protect our pride and joy from dangerous chemicals... with a rubberband intended for one's hair. This is truly one of the more whitetrashy things I've done in a while. But, in my defense, the kitchen of my nineteen-sixty something house still sports the original cabinets which are too thin for normal child locks. To my benefit (and I'm not being sarcastic) my house is tiny and keeping track of my rascal is not real hard, unless I am trying to have a phone conversation. In which case, all hell breaks loose... but you all know all about that, right?