This morning as I was cleaning and tidying and changing sheets yet again (ok, I was checking my email and my blogs, don't tell), I started smelling the faintest smell of vaporub. Now I love that smell and was relishing in it when it started to get a little stronger and I finally began to wonder why was I smelling vaporub so early in the morning? Upon further inspection, I found Adam hiding in a corner with my last remaining vat of the stuff. He was rubbing coats of the stuff all over himself and then taking big whiffs from the jar with a big smile on his face. It's safe to say he inherited my love for vaporub.
Now, if I had caught two year old Jacob doing something like that I would have hit the roof, probably popped his diapered butt, scrubbed him clean, and timed him out for as long as it took for me to calm my nerves. Instead, I brought Adam a towel, sat him on that and let him finish off the jar. He was happy and extremely shiny. I was able to throw some clothes in the dryer and and finish my email. What I didn't take into account was just how hard it would be to scrub that oily mess from his skin and hair. After two baths and a romp in my shower, he is still greasy. His hair looks like he was dunked in the french frier at the McDs. He still smells vaporubbery.....which after awhile, strangely, starts to smell like stale coffee. I am starting to see the error in my ways. How long will he be like that and will everyone at the school function tonight notice? I am thinking turpentine and the magic eraser aren't going to be good quick fixes here, so anybody have any suggestions?
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