“Non-greasy, my backside,” he said. While we were waiting for Kevin to absorb his, I put some on my face and arms. I’ve been burned before and didn’t want to ruin the day.
I finished dressing Kevin. He had on a New York Mets tee-shirt that had the smiling face of Mr. Met on it (“Much better than the Yankees pjs,” he said,) and a pair of blue gym shorts with orange piping and the Mets logo on them. “Do you have a hat or sunglasses?” I asked him.
“I think I’ve got sunglasses in the top drawer of my dresser and I’ve got a couple of baseball caps in the closet.”