Friday, May 27, 2011
The Case of the Missing Triple Paste
Background: On the changing table in Ari's bedroom is a wicker basket filled with baby necessities: diapers, nail clippers, Tylenol, Vaseline, snot squeegee, and a wide selection of diaper rash creams. (Side note - A&D smells like steak sauce. Anyone want my tube? I do not like my baby the way I like my meat.)
Ari, knock on wicker, has never had diaper rash. I attribute this to 2 things. First, I am diligent and liberal with my application of Aquaphor in his crack(s) and crevices every time I change his diaper. But more importantly, we
Whenever I would see the slightest tinge of red skin, I would dab on a little Triple Paste, and remarkably, the redness would disappear. He has had a rash-free booty since birth.
I have never moved or removed the Triple Paste from the changing table. In fact, I have a travel-sized tube of Aquaphor in both of my diaper bags, under the stroller, in my car, and in my make-up case. No need for Triple Paste on-the-go.
That all said, I realized a few weeks ago that the Triple Paste... dun dun dun...had vanished.
I've narrowed the list of suspects down to 3 main groups of people:
1. The maids
2. The nanny
3. My mom friends
All 3 have good motives. The maids have kids or friends who have kids and may have swiped my stuff for one of them (my husband swears they steal quarters out of our tzedakah box). The Nanny (for the one day a week I go in to the office) watches another kid whose mom may not have this liquid gold. Plus, she was the one who first noticed the paste had gone missing. Maybe this was her cover! And my mom friends, well, I think one of
This is no game. This is a real-life crime. And I need your help. For Ari's tushie's sake!
Who stole my Triple Paste? $5,