My house had some Mr. Yuck stickers around growing up in Washington, but they seemed to be more leftovers from my much older brother and sister than put there for me -- the few I found were old and falling off. I don't remember my parents saying anything really, but I was one of those overly-responsible kids. I was cleaning my own bathroom since at least 2nd grade with windex and that bleachy-powder stuff, so I knew they were dangerous, but I also knew how to use them early on. I was trained well!
