At least we're rash-free

The morning started off like a typical morning.  I got a shower, the girls got baths, we played with the dollhouse and vroomed our cars around a little.  Then Riley and Noelle went into Riley's room, and I was politely asked to escort myself out ("Please leave, Mom.").  This, too, is pretty typical, and there's really not too much trouble the girls can get into in Riley's room, so I usually just sit on the couch, and occasionally call out, "What are you guys doing in there?"  And, of course, when too much uncanny silence has elapsed, I open the door. 

Today, Riley kept up a frolicking prattle to Noelle.  I heard things like, "Good job walking, Noelle!" and "It's okay, Noelle!"  I wondered what was okay, so I opened the door to see this:

"Oh, no no no nononononono..." was all I could manage to get out.  Then, as any good mother would, I grabbed my phone to snap a picture. 

It's important for you to know that, although Riley was-- for the most part-- Desitin-free, this was most definitely a team effort.  The diaper rash cream had been up on the changing table/dresser, where Noelle can't reach it.  However, her older sister has been growing like crazy and can easily reach to the back. 

All I have to say about it is this: those girls are lucky they're so darn cute, because Desitin is NO FUN to get off.