This is why we can't have nice things...

[jeriendhal]

So Friday I was alone with the kids (cue ominous music) while Tracy was at work. Since they were being mostly good, I decided to leave them alone together for ten minutes while I shaved the front lawn with the weed whacker. I come back inside to hear Thomas complaining to Georgia "No, no!" w hich I ignored, since she does have a tendency to get into his face.

As it turned out, it wasn't his face this time. For some bizarre reason she decided to grab the container of Vaseline off the power room counter top and rub it into his hair. I washed his hair trice conventionally to try and get it all out, but it turned out Tracy has to use a combination of dish soap and corn starch to get rid of it all.

Oi.