Brody's New Moisturizer

Today, while working on some household paperwork, Brody was playing. I was checking on him periodically and he was contentedly taking his 4 passies and alternating them between his mouth and the empty (clean) sippy cup. All the while, he is just babbling away. Then it grew silent. Too silent. You guys know the moment - when you realize the silence can only mean one thing.

He is in to something he shouldn't be in to.

I wish I had grabbed the camera beforehand, but you'll have to use your imagination. I do have a picture of the offending object:

Yes, that is a tin of Carmex. And yes, those are little fingerprints. Brody sized fingerprints, to be exact.

When I found him, he was gleefully smearing big globs of the stuff on his face. Not on his mouth...or even near his mouth. He was caking it all over his cheeks. While I was wiping his face to remove the Carmex, Brody kept exclaiming, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Yes, we can thank Daddy (and his addiction to Carmex) for the yellow-tin sponsored moment at the Orsburn house today.

And just for the record, the Carmex smell lasts for hours after removal. :-)