Lips

Rutherford has learned to put on chapstick. He LOOOOOOVES doing it, and whenever he's in our room, he keeps saying "lips," "lips," "lips!" It kind of sounds like "yipse." He runs over to the table near the rocking chair, where Neddie keeps all of R's bedtime routine items - toothpaste, toothbrush, chapstick, orajel if necessary, that sort of thing - and carefully grabs it, pops the top and smears it all over his lips. A bit on his chin and cheeks, too. He squeals and says "Papa!", then runs to put some on Neddie. Then he laughs and says "Mama!" and puts some on me, too. He is the very best little boy.