Several summers ago, my sister, brother's girlfriend, niece and I decided to drive down to the coast and get some quality "Sun" time (we are all Sun Goddess). My brother's girlfriend is close to my age, my sister is 7 yrs younger and my niece was in High School at that time. Now my niece is quite ditzy and the family always tells her that she is blond (no offense to blond people – my mom is blond). Most of the time when we tell a joke, she will get this puzzled look on her face and say "I don’t get it", then several days later she will suddenly say "Oh, I get it now". Now, several days later – you’ve forgotten what she "gets" and have to ask her what she’s talking about which makes you laugh when she tells you which joke she finally gets. She made good grades, played sports, was a cheerleader (I say was, because she has graduated) involved in several clubs and is very popular and well liked among people we know. She is a size 3 and is very pretty, guys goggle over her all the time

Anyway, while we were getting ready to spend the next several days having fun in the sun, brother’s girlfriend and I kept telling younger sister and niece to put some sunscreen on. They wouldn’t and said, we will put some on later. Both brother’s girlfriend and I slathered on the SPF 30 the allotted 30 minutes before we were to go outside. Several times we tried to get them to apply sunscreen, we told them that we would be at the beach several days and they would get plenty of sun, even with the sunscreen on. While we were at the beach again, we tried to get them to put sunscreen on as we re-applied it when we came out of the water. When we got back to our rooms, they both said that they didn’t feel well and probably had overdone it. We all showered, rested and decided to get something to eat. They were both quite crispy and couldn’t eat because they were sick to their stomachs so we went to Super Wal-Mart – the only store on the island – to get something to take the heat out of their burn. While we were walking through Wal-Mart, my sister and I were discussing the different, over-the-counter, remedies that we had heard could be used. My sister suggested Preparation H to which my niece replied (quite loudly) eeeeeeeewwwwwwwwww nnnnoooooo, I don’t want to smell like butt. Everyone within earshot turned, snickering, to see who said that, we all split, leaving niece standing there by herself saying " What, why are you leaving me". We ended up buying vinegar and leaving as quickly as we could because we were bursting with laughter. I tried explaining to her that it wouldn’t smell like butt unless she applied it there, to which she replied – "but I’m not burnt there". To this day, I don’t think she understands that Preparation H doesn’t smell like butt and it kinda makes you wonder where she smelled it that would make her think that it did (eeeeeeewwwwwww). She is a wonderful, ditzy, person and brings much joy to our lives.