Liars vs Bad Mommy

I tried a new sunscreen the other day.  But I forgot that I completely loathe spray sunscreen.  As a very white girl with a strong history of skin cancer (as in it’s not if, it’s when), I need to make sure the family is completely covered.  Apparently this slipped my mind when I purchased the misting sunscreen. I rectified the situation by spraying lots of the damn stuff.   

The new sunscreen, our new enemy

The new sunscreen, our new enemy

Evan helped me rub it into his own skin.  He was proud to help, to be a big boy.  Then he rubbed his eyes. 

Don't we have laws to make them stand by these statements?

Don't we have laws to make them stand by these statements?

The Banana Boat people are liars.  Dirty f*#$ing lying bastards.  Evan heartily agrees with the second statement.

Evan started screaming, which I yelled over the scream “cry, cry” as it is the best way to get the stuff out of his eyes.  But Evan can’t stay still when he’s in pain.  Off he went, stomping his feet, twirling around, basically doing the best imitation of a rain dance I have ever seen.  I almost wish I could have recorded it.  If he had been an adult, I would have been rolling on the ground laughing, trying to catch my breath.  Because this is a little pre-schooler which happens to be my son, I just giggled a little before I tried to wash out his eyes. 

I am a bad mommy.  I just can’t decide where I made my mistake: buying the sunscreen, letting Evan rub his eyes, yelling at my son to cry, or giggling over his pain dance.

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