Last night Tim and I were watching a movie, Masterpiece Theatre's Sense and Sensibility. I HEART Masterpiece Theatre. Anyway, neither one of us wanted to put Matthew to bed, so we let him sleep in our room. He ends up in our room every night anyway, there is an air mattress on the floor by my side of the bed. It really adds to the decor of the room. Well, we were watching the movie in the dark and I could hear squeesh, squeesh, squeesh. I thought it was coming from outside. Then Tim said, "Monica, look." And he motioned over to Matthew. Matthew had gotten into my vaseline and rubbed it all over his face and hands.
He was sitting there in the dark with a glistening face and rubbing his hands together like a crazed villain. We got a pretty good laugh.