In an attempt to a) clean some of the ink¹ off my youngest
Brainiak, Spawn, and b) and give her greater freedom, I allowed
her a mid-morning bath. The entertainment value alone from this
event was worth the grief I received from my MIL, my gahdmother,
and my 18-month-old daughter-unit.

We've been using glycerin bars (usually Neutrogena) since the
older daughter-units (Alpha & Beta) showed us how allergic they
are to Dove (and that ilk). One company that has gotten into this
"designer" niche also adds fun scents (banana, strawberry, fruit
punch) to their bars. I got their newest flavor, "Piña Colada,"
and put the first bar into the bath's soap dish.

Spawn, having just learned how to suds up using a soap bar, was
busy twirling the soap and creating quite a pile of bubbles when
she "noticed" the funky scent. More quickly than if I'd offered
her a chocolate kiss, she popped the bar's end straight into her
mouth and chomped down. The look of surprise on her face -- as she
realized that the scent didn't match the taste -- was apparent.
The next four seconds were classic!

1st second: YANK bar out of mouth and squeeze it so it shoots
across tub;
2nd second: Put sudsy hand -- to the wrist -- into mouth to scrape
teeth and tongue;
3rd second: Realize that [bad] taste is now "enhanced" with bubbly
effervescence;
4th second: Rub eyes with same sudsy hands.

I tell you, the 3 Stooges didn't have choreography this good!

Once I was able to get her to open her mouth, Real Life® returned
to "normal" (sort of.) I got the chunks still clinging tenaciously
to her teeth, dried her eyes and rinsed a majority of the soap
taste away. She didn't want anything to do with that mean old
nasty bar, though!

The "Ivory Soap Survivor--for One Special Lesson" Ranger

¹ Spawn striped herself with a red Sharpie. She hit only (and all)
exposed skin visible to the toddler eye (stomach, arms, feet,
toes, between the toes, and fingers) and did not mark any walls,
sheets, or carpeting... She looks like a red Conan the Barbarian.

"The Ranger" > wrote in message
...
> In an attempt to a) clean some of the ink¹ off my youngest Brainiak,
> Spawn, and b) and give her greater freedom, I allowed her a mid-morning
> bath. The entertainment value alone from this event was worth the grief I
> received from my MIL, my gahdmother, and my 18-month-old daughter-unit.
>
> We've been using glycerin bars (usually Neutrogena) since the older
> daughter-units (Alpha & Beta) showed us how allergic they are to Dove (and
> that ilk). One company that has gotten into this "designer" niche also
> adds fun scents (banana, strawberry, fruit punch) to their bars. I got
> their newest flavor, "Piña Colada," and put the first bar into the bath's
> soap dish.
>
> Spawn, having just learned how to suds up using a soap bar, was busy
> twirling the soap and creating quite a pile of bubbles when she "noticed"
> the funky scent. More quickly than if I'd offered her a chocolate kiss,
> she popped the bar's end straight into her mouth and chomped down. The
> look of surprise on her face -- as she realized that the scent didn't
> match the taste -- was apparent. The next four seconds were classic!
>
> 1st second: YANK bar out of mouth and squeeze it so it shoots across tub;
> 2nd second: Put sudsy hand -- to the wrist -- into mouth to scrape teeth
> and tongue;
> 3rd second: Realize that [bad] taste is now "enhanced" with bubbly
> effervescence;
> 4th second: Rub eyes with same sudsy hands.
>
> I tell you, the 3 Stooges didn't have choreography this good!
>
> Once I was able to get her to open her mouth, Real Life® returned to
> "normal" (sort of.) I got the chunks still clinging tenaciously to her
> teeth, dried her eyes and rinsed a majority of the soap taste away. She
> didn't want anything to do with that mean old nasty bar, though!
>
> The "Ivory Soap Survivor--for One Special Lesson" Ranger
>
> ¹ Spawn striped herself with a red Sharpie. She hit only (and all) exposed
> skin visible to the toddler eye (stomach, arms, feet, toes, between the
> toes, and fingers) and did not mark any walls, sheets, or carpeting... She
> looks like a red Conan the Barbarian.
>
>
It only gets better. FBD writes notes to herself on her arms and back of
her hands. Looks like Indian Henna art at the end of the school
day.......and HELLO....she's a senior in high school!
-ginny

Virginia Tadrzynski wrote:

> "The Ranger" > wrote in message
> ...
>
>>In an attempt to a) clean some of the ink¹ off my youngest Brainiak,
>>Spawn, and b) and give her greater freedom, I allowed her a mid-morning
>>bath. The entertainment value alone from this event was worth the grief I
>>received from my MIL, my gahdmother, and my 18-month-old daughter-unit.
>>
>>We've been using glycerin bars (usually Neutrogena) since the older
>>daughter-units (Alpha & Beta) showed us how allergic they are to Dove (and
>>that ilk). One company that has gotten into this "designer" niche also
>>adds fun scents (banana, strawberry, fruit punch) to their bars. I got
>>their newest flavor, "Piña Colada," and put the first bar into the bath's
>>soap dish.
>>
>>Spawn, having just learned how to suds up using a soap bar, was busy
>>twirling the soap and creating quite a pile of bubbles when she "noticed"
>>the funky scent. More quickly than if I'd offered her a chocolate kiss,
>>she popped the bar's end straight into her mouth and chomped down. The
>>look of surprise on her face -- as she realized that the scent didn't
>>match the taste -- was apparent. The next four seconds were classic!
>>
>>1st second: YANK bar out of mouth and squeeze it so it shoots across tub;
>>2nd second: Put sudsy hand -- to the wrist -- into mouth to scrape teeth
>>and tongue;
>>3rd second: Realize that [bad] taste is now "enhanced" with bubbly
>>effervescence;
>>4th second: Rub eyes with same sudsy hands.
>>
>>I tell you, the 3 Stooges didn't have choreography this good!
>>
>>Once I was able to get her to open her mouth, Real Life® returned to
>>"normal" (sort of.) I got the chunks still clinging tenaciously to her
>>teeth, dried her eyes and rinsed a majority of the soap taste away. She
>>didn't want anything to do with that mean old nasty bar, though!
>>
>>The "Ivory Soap Survivor--for One Special Lesson" Ranger
>>
>>¹ Spawn striped herself with a red Sharpie. She hit only (and all) exposed
>>skin visible to the toddler eye (stomach, arms, feet, toes, between the
>>toes, and fingers) and did not mark any walls, sheets, or carpeting... She
>>looks like a red Conan the Barbarian.
>>
>>
>
> It only gets better. FBD writes notes to herself on her arms and back of
> her hands. Looks like Indian Henna art at the end of the school
> day.......and HELLO....she's a senior in high school!
> -ginny

I'm 45 and use black permanent marker sharpies to write my flyball
club's team lineups on the inside of my forearms.

Teams may have as many as 6 dogs on the roster but only 4 can run in any
given race. The lineup must be given to the line judge in the form of
dog numbers, not names, at the start of each race so that the competing
dogs are credited with the appropriate number of title points.

I write Bad Co's lineup on the right arm...

1 Scully (SC)
2 Samantha (SA)
3 Dannie (D)
4 Zane (Z)
5 Flynn (F)
6 Tilt (T)

Wiley Coyotes is listed on the left, where it is less apt to be rubbed
off. I carry my JRT in a football hold on my right arm so I can keep a
close eye on the end with the pointy parts. Bad Co tends to have a
pretty stable lineup (the usual suspects) and smudged arm notes are not
quite the hassle they might be for the Coyotes.

The so-called permanent marker is easily removed by a quick scrub with
benzoyl peroxide acne soap (PanOxyl, for example).