The boys each got Chapstick in their stocking this past Christmas.
And I think I've done a pretty good job at whisking it away in all the Christmas morning commotion... and keeping it sort of hidden/out of mind.
Until now.
Now? Well now they know where it is. They know how to reach it. And they know how to put it on. (some of them are better at this than others...)
And they LOVE it.
What could possibly be a better idea - fresh from your bath - than totally skipping the jammies....
and going straight for the boots (he pretends to be a cowboy in them) and super greased up Chapstick lips..?
Bounding through the house... yelling something about being a cowboy.
Oh, this kid...
And because everyone has to participate - ya know, once Holden practically throws a parade to broadcast his glorious Chapstick use....
Bridger: Bam, no. Dis MY bapstick... Bam.
Graham: (licking/rubbing his expectant little lips) Yea? Yea? Bapstick?
Bridger: Bam! Ok, I show you... Bam need Bapstick...
Photo Bomb!!!
I believe he was yelling - with some inexplicable Southern-y twang...
Cowboy!!!!
Ah, Chapstick... It's been fun....
but you'll be hiding again soon, my greasy little friend.
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