Mess of the Week: The Greasy Edition

I took a lovely seven minute shower the other day, and upon exiting, clad in a towel and on my way to find real clothes, I looked over and saw Mr. Trouble on Feet sitting so nicely and quietly on the steps going down toward the landing.  Half a second later I noticed that he had the largest jar of vaseline able to be purchased in his hand, and the cap was missing.  Immediately upon approaching closer I discovered that the child was covered in vaseline.  He loves vaseline, but until now, I’d managed to store it high up where he couldn’t reach it.  Someone apparently didn’t get the memo, though, and left it on the window sill on the landing.  Off came the lid, and voila!  A toddler smeared in grease from head to toe!  There was vaseline on his shirt, pants and all parts of his skin, in his hair and on his feet.  I stripped him down, took everything out of the crib and threw him in.  I found some clothes for myself, hollered at The Banana to entertain him, since he was screaming wet hen mad that I swiped the vaseline jar away from him.  Then I spent a bit of time cleaning globs of vaseline off the carpet and the walls and the baseboards.  At least it was a great tactile experience.  In a more controlled manner, it could be a lot of fun to play with a whole tub of vaseline.