This is you sleeping on Christmas Eve. You have severely dry hands, so we decided to put Vaseline on your hands and cover them with socks for bedtime. Oh the memories.... (Picture on of those swirly hazes you see in movies when they do a memory flashback)
I remember laying on the floor as my mom coated my feet with Vaseline before sliding old bags from loaves of Wonder Bread over each foot and then covering THOSE with socks to try to keep my uber-dry feet from cracking during the winter.
Sorry about the gene pool, Ro.
By the way, Daddy says that if you break out in a cold sweat when you walk into gym class and see either the tumbling mats or the climbing rope out, he apologizes, too.
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