Toothpaste and Desatin

Here's a couple about me when I was little: (These are approximate times, guys. I was probably about 3)



1. Here's another one about diaper ointment. (no, my parents didn't eat it.:) I am the first born of my parents you knew that. So anyway, soon after I was taken out of my crib to make way for Ryan, my parents were in another room. They were marveling at how quiet I was being in my room, so my dad came to check on me and, low and behold, I was COVERED from head to toe in Desatin. It makes a good ghost costume, but sure doesn't come out easy. It stinks, too! ( I don't remember this, by the way.) Took my parents a few baths to get it all out.



2. Not long after this, I found a tube of toothpaste in our bathroom. You know toothpaste, how it gets all foamy. Anyway, I ended up squeezing the whole tube out onto the back of the couch. My mom and dad freaked, and had to wait until the stuff dried so they could scrape it off. If they tried to scrub, it would get foamy and harder to get off. Yup, I was a little terrorist kid.