Too much lotion

I have decided that nothing good comes out of naptime at Grandmas. But Trey begs and begs to sleep in Grandma's bed. He loves to crawl up on her big squishy mattress and snuggle down into her fluffy feather pillows. He sinks right down into a soft spot and looks so content. So, I gave in today and let him sleep there. I wanted to use the computer at Grandma's anyway. So, I figured I could do that while he napped.
I don't know how many of you remember the "starving for kleenex" problem that took place in Grandma's bed. It is still very fresh in my mind. So when Trey called out, "I think there's a problem here." I got nervous.
I went to her room to check on him. "I sink (think) this is too much lotion". He was right. He was sleeping in a pull up and t-shirt. Every inch of him that was not clothed was covered in thick, greasy, grandma lotion. He was so slippery I had trouble lifting him out of bed! We wiped off the excess and had a talk about not wasting Grandma's lotion. Then he was eager to go outside.
So now, as I type this, he is fully moisturized, mowing hay with daddy in the big blue tractor, smelling like a grandma.