Grease is the word...

This is how my first Father's Day started. I was asleep upstairs and Julie was making french toast (or Liberty Bread as they call it south of the border) when she heard a bang. She thought Garrett had just dropped his bib.

We were so wrong.

THIS is what happened.  


I guess that Garrett had realized that he was rapidly approaching his first birthday and wasn't getting any younger. To fight the ravages of old age, he decided to give himself a full body butter bath. He also ate a bunch of it for good measure.

At least his skin is silky smooth now.