Ghost Boy

I was displeased with my parents on Friday night. While I was driving Oma and Ompa crazy, they decided that I needed to be house broken. Mama also decided that this weekend would be the ideal time to start since she and Daddy are out of school for a while.

After going through all but one of my pairs of underwear, and having to clean my poop-paint masterpieces off the walls of my room, they gave me a diaper for bedtime. I repaid this by getting a nearly full tube of Aveno diaper rash cream. I smeared it on my face, my bed, my sleeper and really gave my hair a great new "do" before I began making noise and Mama came up to check on me.

She found me standing at the gate in all my ghostly make-up glory. Unfortunately, once she got the camera, I ran away, and then fell into buckets of tears because *I* wanted to take pictures. For some reason, Mama kept telling me "NO" so I got really mad at her.




(Mama in--regular bathing soap doesn't touch this stuff. We were able to wipe off the skin, but the hair remained one fairly solid clump. Water slid right off like his head was a freshly waxed car. I finally resorted to some Gojo mechanic's hand cleaner which finally broke up the mass. Regular washing with baby soap took out the Gojo. What a mess!)