creams, cologne fragrance


When we were little kids, my sister used to sneak into my mom’s bathroom and have a party with her creams. I still don’t know why but most of the time she would wait for Saturday morning to come and she would go on the creams attack as if they had been planned. It was so funny to see her cute little face covered in at least three different creams and even though I was also a tiny cubby at the time I still thought she looked funny in a cute way. One morning, my mom went into the bathroom and little miss creams was already in there playing with them and my mom decided to join her. She let my sister apply all the creams my mom puts on every morning and she was even allowed to add a couple of smiley faces on each cheek while at it. One thing I do remember about those days is how nice they both would end up smelling after a Saturday morning creams session. I was ok with that, because I knew at some point during the week I would have my own cologne fragrance session with my Dad where I got to spray some on him and myself before going to school—good times.