Facial Cream

A few weeks ago, while we were all getting ready in the morning, I found Ivan quietly sitting on the floor in the spare bedroom with his back turned to me.

I had thought that he was with Andy while I was in the bathroom. But then I heard Andy moving around downstairs...and realized Ivan wasn't with him.

Since he was quiet, I figured something must be up. When I found him in the room, he turned to me with the biggest and proudest smile on his face.

I turned pale. His face was white covered with a thick layer of cream. His lips had a thick layer of cream. His hands were also covered in cream, as was most of his shirt, the shirt we had just managed to dress him in for daycare.

Ivan had smeared diaper cream all over himself. "I hope he didn't eat any of it," was all I could think of.

I reasoned he did it because he seem Mommy put lotion on her face and her body.

I wiped the cream off his face with a tissue, because it's obviously not water soluble. I hoped he didn't eat of it. He refused to let me change his previously clean shirt.

So he was off to daycare, greasy, ghastly and pastly pale, with big white smudges on the navy blue polo shirt.

I should've taken a photo of him because in retrospect it was really funny. I just couldn't find humor in it at that very moment, as we were running behind.