Sean's girlfriend, Nancy, gave me this lovely homemade sugar scrub. It's very luxurious. Stan B likes it too. It was sitting on one end of the tub and he'd open it and rub fingerfuls on his belly. But then he started using it as a toy and spreading it like it was peanut butter on his washcloth and then tossing it in the tub, so I moved it into the cupboard. When he thinks of it he says, "Sand? Sand!?" At first I was like, "Sand???" and couldn't think of what he was talking about but then put it together. Sugar scrub = sand. It does feel sandy. So, every once in awhile he asks for sand and I let him have one fingerful and then we put it away. He has the softest belly because of it.
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