Tonight I was peeling Clark's clothes off and putting him into the bathtub. He had spent the evening down at Blake's shop "helping". He was absolutely coated with black grease. That kind of grunge leaves me with but one thing to do: wash him with dish soap. The bottle, afterall, does say "Gentle on hands. Hard on grease".
As I was washing him up (a little less successfully than most mothers would wish) it suddenly occurred to me that I was, this time, DEGREASING the Weezer. LOL. Clark is alive and well even if he's a very busy little person. Actually, I think the child is on his way to future mechanical genius if I don't say so myself.
The baby powder he's been puffing out in great plumes all over the house isn't merely the childish idiocy I initially thought it was. You see, he's been doing it for quite some time and only a week or so ago his vocabulary improved enough that he was able to effectively convey what he's really been thinking about when he does this. It hit me one day that he was saying, "It's smoking, it's smoking!" He's been telling me that Blake's friend Dwayne's truck stacks "Smoke" like that for quite awhile. It took ME a while to make the connection. Clark had it all figured quite some time ago!
There are so many worse things in life than a little grease and baby powder.
~Colleen
