So I added a two drops of Love Me to the sugar and olive oil, stirred it well and capped it. I went back a couple of hours later to sniff, and....PlayDoh.
Teppy darling, you must be made of sugar, since I know this is what happens when you wear BPAL, too.
On the contrary, my dearest Bev, whenever I own wristwatches with a metal band, I find that, with daily wearing, the underside of the watchband becomes *severely* corroded in about 3-4 months. Also, bugs never bite me.
I am, apparently, extremely acidic. (Or is it alkalinic? I'm assuming acidic, because I have the ability to CORRODE METAL.) I have the feeling that that plays a large part in the reason that BPAL turns to Play-Doh on me.
If I were a super-villain, my power would be my acidic-ness. I'd get all sweaty and then *hug* the superhero(ine), and my acid-ness would leave them powerless. *Powerless,* I tell you!!!
Owen's newest trick--stripping down naked. He won't keep a diaper on--with dire consequences this afternoon resulting in a puddle. *sigh*
He cries when I make him keep it on. I need tricks for keeping my budding nudist under control.
I now want to take pH indicators to Steph's sweaty body. In the interest of science.
Aimee, I tried to comment in your livejournal yesterday and was denied!
Remember Laura's cautionary tale about duct taping the children!
I need tricks for keeping my budding nudist under control.
It's a phase. Sara was doing that right around the same age Owen is now, if I remember correctly.
She still undresses a hell of a lot, but she keeps her diaper on now. Toilet training is next.
Aimee, I tried to comment in your livejournal yesterday and was denied!
Wha-huh? Hmm... Lemme go check.
Toilet training is next.
I can't even make myself think about that yet.
-t, I'm sorry! You are now friended.
