I have always had hair gel, moisturizer, shampoo, toothpaste and various hygiene products in my house, just as I'm sure they are in households around the world. The difference is, households around the world don't have Kid 5. There are not enough child locks to contain the products that Kid 5 has gotten into. A straight jacket would be a better bet.
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Let's see...there was the time that Kid 5 came downstairs as I was cooking dinner. She sauntered in asking what what we were having for dinner as if she didn't have hair that was plastered to her head. "What is on your hair? I asked. She shrugged as she checked out the contents on the cutting board. I touched her hair cautiously and leaned down to smell it. It smelled familiar but I couldn't quite place it. It wasn't until the following morning when I applied my face moisturizer that I realized what she had used to generously saturate her hair. Then there was the Vaseline.
My hubby is quite old-fashioned and likes Vaseline as opposed to Chapstick when he has chapped lips. I personally like Carmex, in part because it is less of a mess when Kid 5 gets her grubby little hands on it. We came home from dinner one night when Kid 2 was watching her. He had thought she fell asleep in our room because she was so quite. Oh, how wrong he was. She had found the tub of Vaseline and smeared it on the entire foot board of the our bed. Of course, it was all over her too.
Aspercreme is another Kid 5 favorite, where, when found, caused quite a bit of fun. I had just bought a tube because although I wanted the pain relief, I dislike the smell of Ben Gay. I was downstairs in the kitchen when Hubby called me upstairs, motioning me to be quiet. As we peeked through the curtains that separate our bedroom from our bathroom, we watched Kid 5 in a t-shirt, sans pants or underwear, sliding around on the tile floor. She was dancing to music only she could hear, as she slid this way on feet slick with Aspercreme that she had spread in about a four by four foot area. She placed her hands on the floor so she could slide around on all fours when she saw us watching her. She simply looked up and grinned.
Because Hubby is old-fashioned, he loves the smell of Ben Gay, as it reminds him of his college football days. He uses it to rub down his knees before going to the gym in the morning. Unfortunately, he doesn't always remember to put it up out of reach when he's done. It was evident that he forgotten as I came down stairs one morning to the stench of Ben Gay so strong I swear it burned the inside of my nose. I could see little bitty footprints across the wood floor that led me to believe that Kid 5 had done it again. I followed the trail backwards to find Hubby's office reeking of the stuff. On the floor was a a huge smear of Ben Gay; it was even under the office chair mat. Although I washed Kid 5, mopped the floor, and washed the mat, our house smelled like a training room for days. Hubby never left it out after that.
The lasted adventure was the sunscreen. "Sprays on clear! No residue! SPF 30 UVA/UVB protection!" All over the living room floor. Suncreen is expensive. She basically sprayed about $8.98 on the floor to protect it from sun it will never see. And talk about clean up! I tried mopping and the sunscreen turned into a white sticky goop. I ended up using dish soap and water and tossed the empty bottle of sunscreen in the garbage. I was glad to take her to preschool that day.
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