So tonight, my wife announced to our 2 1/2 year old that 'grandma' was going to help mommy with her face. She was going to 'put some medicine on my face'. Our little one, promptly turned and walked away as mommy and grandma walked into the other room.
Dutifully, I was working and not paying any attention to the children. The older ones were playing Mine Craft behind me, and the littlest one wandered up the stairs. I heard that part...the 'thump' thump' thump' of a little body going up stairs.
Soon, the home was filled with the aroma of a boys locker room following showers and cologne spraying. The aroma was heavy, but, again, I was working, so I didn't think anything about it.
Denise walked back into the room. 'Feel my face, honey," she said. And, I did. It felt wonderful.
"Where's our baby?" she asked.
"I think he went upstairs," I said.
Then, we heard the distinct sound of an aerosol can...spraying.
That would later explain why the house began to smell like a teenage boy before his first dance.
Up the stairs she flew, yelling, "Stop spraying that! It could get in your eyes!"
A few more brave sprays after that, and she was there, saving our littlest one from sure blindness. I, still sat, typing away at the computer.
