You'd Think He's Never Supervised.

His latest mishap was with a bottle of baby oil.

Oh yes, I kid you not.

He came out of E's bedroom on Tuesday evening with a clear gel like substance dripping from his hair. After a little investigation on our part, we soon discovered it was baby oil.

J scrubbed his hair that night with hopes that we got it soon enough, but nope. Wednesday morning his hair was stick a sticky, oily mess.

After a little research, thanks to Google, I found that Dawn dishsoap is supposed to work wonders in these sorts of situations.

So I scrubbed his head with Dawn, which he loved because it's green as opposed to that gold Johnson and Johnson baby shampoo.

We washed it not once, not twice, but THREE times.

And he still looked like this.

So we headed to Snip-It's to get a haircut. While he was getting close to needing another trim, I did bump up the visit due to the baby oil mishap.

I did feel a tad bit sheepish about bringing my grease monkey son to get a haircut but apparently these gals have seen it all. They didn't even blink, they just cut it all off.

I do realize that this picture isn't the best of his new 'do, but his hair is MUCH shorter than it was going in.

So, Mr. H, now that you've accomplished baby powder, vaseline, markers and baby oil; what's next?