The boys caught me and immediately said, "It's funny, Mom!"
I told them they looked funny, but what they did was not funny.
They didn't buy it. All they remembered is that I laughed. I ask you: How could I not?
We were 10 minutes away from loading up to go to gymnastics, and cleaning a half inch of diaper cream off anything is no piece of cake.
Since there was no way around taking these two clowns smelling of diaper cream and with pasty hair, we stopped for a little interview. You'll hear Amelia in the background suggesting a bath and a babysitter. She is so helpful!
It was vaguely reminiscent of the baby powder explosion that marked Thanksgiving of 2009. But that was a LOT easier to clean up.