So the baby and our five-year-old had been playing upstairs. I'm not overly worried as I hear lots of baby giggles and no loud thumps.
Until later, when I realized that the baby's hair is gooey and she smells like lavender.
"Isaac," I call. "What did you do to Miri?"
"Nothing!" he calls back.
My husband, in a moment of sweet genius, takes a different tack.
"Isaac, come here. Why is Miri's head sticky? Did you put something on her head?"
"Dad," he says, matter-of-factly. "I was babytizing* her!"
Of cooooourse! It all makes perfect sense now! We can't have Miri crawling around without being babytized! Heavens, no!!
I just have to say that as often as my kids drive me nutso, they also make me laugh on a daily basis! :)
*Babytizing apparently means anointing her head with baby wash found on her changing table. At least he didn't use the butt cream.