Scruffy mommy?

Brad and Rory went on a pretty common trek to Wal-Mart last week to pick up some random items. I needed face lotion and they had a little trouble finding the kind I use. They stood there for quite a long time scanning the shelves (Brad even stepped out of his comfort zone to ask for help).

Rory wanted to help so she checked out the bottles at her eye-level. Eventually she found what she thought was the lotion mommy used. She looked up at Brad, held the bottle up for him to see and said, "Here dad! I found it!"

Brad looked back at her and said, "Thanks honey, but I don't think mommy wants to use Nair hair remover on her face."