Alise's silliness just keeps going....
I have been on the internet all day today, either on my blackberry or laptop to catch updates on Miss Harper's birth on Kelly's blog. I have been following her blog even before her announcement this summer that she was pregnant, so I thought it was only appropriate that I hum in on the big day!
Tonight while I was on my laptop catching up on all my blogs, I didn't notice that Alise was playing with her ear medicine, the cotton balls, and a small jar of Vicks Vapor Rub that was laying on one of the end tables by the couch (our "doctoring spot" for the week). She walked past me and all of a sudden, I got the biggest waft of vapor rub. Let's just say it nearly knocked me down! I asked her what she had done and she said, "Nufin', Mommie!" I put the laptop down and followed her to her room and the smell nearly knocked me down again! She REEKED of Vicks!! Oh, no!! And it was time for us to walk out the door to a fun night of "Kidz Blitz" at church - finally something that she was old enough to do! Ugh!!
I rushed her into the bathroom and got a warm washcloth to get it off her neck and chest (pulse points...ha!). She had it all over the place! I thought, no one is going to want to sit next to us tonight because we smell so bad (Leigh, that's why we stayed where we were when you asked if we wanted to come sit with you and Jonah)!!! I even let her put on some of my Philosophy lotion (a big no-no for her) on to try and disguise the smell. It didn't work.
What did I do? I took my REEKING daughter to church! She didn't care and although the smell was bringing on a major migraine for me, I decided not to worry about it. She would just have to stink.
Can you believe I did that?!
Luckily for us, we were on a pew by ourselves, but I just know the people who were sitting in front and behind us were wondering who in the world had bathed in vapor rub! I started to say something. Ya know...like, "If you smell Vicks Vapor Rub, it's my daughter. She thinks it's a great perfume. What do you think?"
Before the program started, I said, "Alise, honey, you stink."
She said, "I don't stank, Mommie!"
"Oh, yes, you do, Sista!"
All of a sudden these big crocodile tears welled up in her eyes and I felt like dirt.
I had to lie and tell her that she really didn't.
I had my legs crossed.