Audie didn’t want his hair washed at tub time because he hadn’t “rubbed salad dressing in it,” which is actually normal (both that he doesn’t use food as a hair-care product, unlike his little sister, and that he doesn’t want his hair washed). So I promised that he could put some soap in my hair … if he let me wash his hair.
Long story short: My head is wetter than a submarine’s license plate. One of my ears is plugged up, and I can hear ocean sounds in the other.
One of us is wiser now ….