After giving Bryson a bath, I went into the front room to get Porter in the shower and much to my surprise, found him applying his own lotion liberally to his face. It was from a jar of Eucerine that I only use about once a year and he was dipping a Q-tip in the jar and shmearing it around his face, hands and feets.
Why is this funny? Well, about, oh I would say 26 years ago, my mother came into my bedroom and so pleased to find me in there with a jar of- oh yes it was- a jar of Eucerine and I was proudly shmearing it on my face. She has a picture of the experience in our family photos.
I guess it just goes to show that when your parents curse you to have a child just like yourself, it really does happen.