Ooooh! Invisible ink. Boy, that sure brings back memories of secret codes, x-ray glasses, super secret decoder rings and spy games. I remember that you could even use lemon juice to write secret, invisible messages to each other and they could be seen by holding the paper up to a light bulb. Of course, like any other good thing, my brothers and I had to ruin it by squirting each other in the eyes with it. So of course, we were no longer allowed to play with the lemon juice. So we got invisible ink. But it seems to me like I remember something about it not being so invisible when it got on clothes (I’m sure it’s come a long way since then), so as I’m sure you’ve guessed, we lost the invisible ink. Finally, we resorted to secret codes. But after decoding my first secret “Josh is a stoopid Poo Poo head” message I lost interest in decoding my big brothers messages. Come to think of it, looking back, I don’t know that the spy games were all that fun. To this day, I’m still not sure if the x-ray glasses even worked, they never let me try them. Of course, it was very convincing when they could tell me the exact SpiderMan Underoos I was wearing. But we did share a room, and I have a sneaking suspicion that they knew because they saw me getting dressed that morning. But what does a ten year old know?
Playing with invisible ink is all fun and games until someone is called a stoopid poo poo head. If you want to run the risk of getting that secret message, you go right ahead danger man, live on the edge. But I want to know what it says when it’s handed to me.