Chapstick

My family are Chapstick hoarders.  My Dad buys it by the bulk package at Sam's and it lasts him a month (okay, maybe longer, but you get the drift.  My brother has chapstick print in his jeans pocket because he always has a tube there.  I have a tube in my makeup kit, bathroom basket, nightstand, car door (driver AND passenger just in case Tim's driving the truck), two tubes in my purse, a drawer in the kitchen, and a tube in Abby's junk drawer.  It's clearly an obsession.  With winter just behind us, Abby has had her share of Chapstick usage as she overcomes cracked, bloody lips from the dry, cold weather.

I tend to grab whichever tube I'm closest too.  Her response to each application is, "ooh, that's Grampy's chapstick!" or "ooh, that's Mumma's Chapstick,  "ooh, that's Uncle Chris' Chapstick" "ooh, that's Dadda's chapstick"

Here's the code:

Mint = Mumma's
Cherry = Dadda's
Regular = Uncle Chris' or Grampy's.

Yes, that's how addicted we are.  She already knows our favorite flavors.