Betty Boop vs. the Lotion

Betty Boop came running in with something smeared all over her face.

Me: What's on your face?
BB: Lotion!
Me: Well, c'mere so I can rub it in a little.

I start to rub and notice my hands feel a little tacky.

Me: Go get me the jar, hon, so I can see what kind of lotion it is.

She returns with jar in hand.

Me: This isn't lotion - it's for hair, and worse yet, it's texture paste.
DH: Don't make a face now or it'll totally stick like that.