I remember the days, padding my way down down to the baby room first thing in the morning to change my kids in their cribs, with Johnson's always being part-and-parcel to the changing process, when done, I'd hoist them out of their cribs, and with them wearing only rubber bums, I'd pat their bulky padded little bottoms from baby room until we arrived in the kitchen, and with each pat on their thickly padded bottoms, the baby fresh scent of Johnson's came alive.
They wore the tell-tale signs of Johnson's day and night, white powder rings around the elastic leg holes and waistband of their rubber pants!
We had a 1/2 mile down the backyard dunny , and always had a box of matches in there to strike one after you’d visited to presumably kill the smell you left behind.