It's been a while since I've been lucky enough to come downstairs and find Ryan rubbing some sort of substance on something that shouldn't be rubbed...Just now found her with the front half of her hair plastered to her head, emitting a sickeningly sweet perfume-y smell.
"Hey Ry, what's up with the 'do?"
"Your hair, Ry. What's in your hair."
"oh, well, um, it's, um, lotion..."
*sigh*" Okay, well, you know I'm gonna have to re-wash your hair now, right?"
"Well Mommy, I just didn't like the way my hair was all mushy and tangly. That's why I put lotion in my hair, so I won't cry when you brush it."
Laugh, Cry, Scream?? Take your pick...
P.S. Stay tuned for stories of my Wedding Ring Tragedy from last night...