Desitin

My daughter had a nightmare last night.   She has them from time to time and while she typically doesn’t want to talk about them, she does want some comfort and an escort back upstairs to her bed.   In atypical fashion though she did want to tell me about the nightmare as I walked up the steps with her and helped her get the fuzzy blanket on her with the fuzzy side up.

I noticed she was scratching her right arm.    And then she pulled up the left pajama sleeve and scratched that arm too—fairly aggressively.    She gets dry skin from time to time, sometimes even eczema and it’s better to keep her moisturized when it happens.  

I went to their bathroom and got out the tube of lotion from the top drawer.   I told her to hold out her arms and I’d put some on her.   I squirted out a good bit and then rubbed my palms together.    And then I realized I didn’t have the tube of lotion but Desitin instead.  

Desitin is far more viscous than lotion but I’d done a good start in smearing it on my hands so I told my daughter to stick her arms up.    I put some on each and then pulled her sleeves down.   Then I went to the bathroom to wash my hands.  

And guess what?  Desitin doesn’t wash off.    But it does spread out and now it was between my fingers and on the back of my hands.    So I got a lot of soap on my hands and discovered soap doesn’t help much more than water in getting Desitin off.    I grabbed a few tissues and tore them to shreds trying to get some of it off.    After that I just held my hands out in front of me and walked back downstairs.

I worked for five minutes with a wash cloth trying to get it all off.    I got most everything but the smell, which isn’t that bad.    I’m still not sure why we still have a tube of Desitin in the sink drawer in my children’s bathroom though.

The Big Boy Update:   My son told me he’s not an old man, he’s an old child.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter was the class example today for a commerce project in which students sell a product for three to five cents.   My daughter sold rings for three cents (pretend cents).   She said it went very well and her rings were popular.   She was pretty happy about it I think.