Adventures with Soap

As I searched for a title to this post, several ideas came to mind:

• "Ten baths in a day"
• "It sure is quiet...too quiet"
• "What in the world could she have been thinking?!?"
• ...some other equally inspirational comment.

The afternoon started out calm enough: we had just gotten the kids fed and put down for their naps, and were settling down to watch the final session of General Conference. From Hannah's room came a knock, which was a bit odd. She's been letting herself out of her room for several months now, and isn't bashful about it. No, something was definitely amiss.

I went to open the door, and discovered the reason for her knocking. It was quite impossible for her to open the door herself, because the doorknob, and most of Hannah, were covered with Vaseline. Despite the claims of the marketing literature, this gooey substance had not melted into her skin, but instead had gotten all over her head, including the hair she's been working to grow the past 2 years.

Unfortunately, the picture really doesn't do the child justice. The stuff was all over her hair. She looked like she had just taken a shower or greased her hair back or something else. It was disgusting.

Needless to say, we didn't get very much out of the conference session, but instead spent close to an hour bathing our daughter, cleaning her toys and bathing her again. After trying hand soap, children's shampoo, adult shampoo, dish soap, eggs, and finally vegetable oil, she went from smelling like a watermelon to a french fry, but the petroleum jelly is still in her hair. It may be a few days before things get back to normal at our house.