Slime Free Zone

Timmy has gone through a variety of phases in his short life, but none have been as long-lasting as his Ghostbuster obsession. For months he has found unending amusement reenacting the movie and hunting Slimer through the neighborhood. His "uniform," initially purchased for Halloween, is well-worn and will probably be in tatters by trick-or-treat night.

Not realizing the risk, Scott and I surprised Timmy with an enormous container of the green goo over the weekend. Timmy was delighted and eager to incorporate slime (from Slimer of course) into his game. Without missing a beat, and with lightning speed, he promptly placed the slime ball onto the top of his head. "Momom" he proudly proclaimed, "I've been slimed."

The main problem with slime, I unfortunately discovered, is that it tends melt quickly over whatever it contacts. In Timmy's case, it was his hair. Within seconds his beautiful blonde hair was caked with neon green, dripping slime. Being slimed might be fun in the movies, but my little Ghostbuster was not nearly as amused when he realized that it couldn't be easily removed. 

We quickly herded him into the bathroom. I stripped off his costume while Scott frantically began to search the internet for slime removal tips. We tried oil, vinegar and conditioner with little success. We only managed to grease him with no success removing the slime that was now caked through his long hair.  

Timmy was crying as I was trying to squeeze slime from his long locks. After nearly an hour and out of desperation, Scott brought me mayonnaise to try. It took nearly the entire bottle, but we had finally managed to remove the slime. Finally, something worked!

His hair is greasy and he still smells like a sandwich, but at least he is slime-free!