Somewhere in the Vaseline

When Danny and Genevieve were coming home from the circus last weekend I went to check what time their train would be arriving. I noticed that it was really quiet in the house, which could only mean one thing:



Please note that this container was almost full. The shiny spots on her pants? Vaseline. The greasy hair? Vaseline. The extra-moisturized arms, face, and shirt? Vaseline. I was unable to get a picture of the large mounds of vaseline on my dining room carpet due to the fact that my cat is dumb and was starting to lick it. Oh, and I wouldn't recommend standing on the stool Sophie is sitting on for a while. It is a little slick.