CHA-MO-MEE-LAY

Since I practically grated my knuckle off on the cheese grater tonight while making a "gourmet" dish that I thought a nice wedge of grated Parmesan would compliment nicely, Brannon was the hero of the night and opted to do bath time for me. I gimped my way through the dinner dishes just fine, but the thought of taking on Taj and a nightly soaking when he doesn't want to get out made my knuckle start crying all over again.

To make things a little easier for Brannon, I set out Taj's pajamas, a clean diaper, and a new bottle of lotion with Chamomile scent. It's supposed to be calming right? Er wait, am I thinking of Lavender? Either way, Taj would be more calming to me if he smelled like Chamomile when he's throwing a classic two year old fit. Somehow Brannon managed to get Taj out of the tub without getting soaked himself and when I walked passed Taj's room where Brannon was getting Taj all lathered up with the new lotion, I first saw Brannon scrutinizing the label on the lotion bottle and then I heard him say, "Cha....Cha....Cha...mo...mee...lay" I was like "What was that?" And when I finally realized what he was trying to do, I laughed...I know sooooo rude, but it was the funniest thing I've heard all day. That's when I told him it's Chamomile, you know, like the herb, like Lavender. They make scented lotions, candles, herbal tea and the like with it.

You really can't blame a guy if he doesn't know what Chamomile is. Brannon is more of a man's man if you know what I mean, not in to that girly herbal stuff. At least he was resourceful and tried to use Spanish to interpret the word since he didn't recognize it in English:) I love this guy!