Turned my back for a few minutes to go upstairs and get dressed. My oh my, was she proud of the... good use... skillful application... erm... maybe one day she'll be able to tell me exactly what it was she was so proud of?
The stair-gates looked about the same as dolly's head, which is open to interpretation, but possibly indicative of the onset of boredom, as it was the stair gates that separated Tara (and the nappy cream) from mummy (and the clean stairs, and the clean upstairs).
Ah, the pride of having achieved something truly outstanding!
(Note to Other Mothers: The stuff is best wiped off with a cloth; soap and water only complicate matters. Regards, This Mother.)
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