Monday, April 12, 2010
Someone around here (who is not me or Lu) really likes the smell of this cuticle cream that I keep on my bedside table. When I use it, he likes to take the tin and hold it up and inhale the lemony scent. Last night, he had a dry spot on one of his fingers, and I offered to let him rub some of the intense pomade-thick cream on the dry skin. At first, he half-heartedly rejected the idea... but it did not take much encouragement for him to accept. Then a few seconds later, I caught him holding the medicated finger up to his nose so he could sneak a sniff.