My old­est walked out of the bath­room after show­er­ing and chang­ing.  I stopped what I was doing, cup of cof­fee half way to my mouth, and took a good hard look at him.

“Did you wash your hair?” I asked.

“Yes. I did.” He was look­ing at me per­plexed by my ques­tion. After all he just got out of the shower, wash­ing hair as part of the whole wash­ing process is customary.

“Are you sure?”  I asked him again, try­ing to give him an out, because look­ing at his hair it was clear some­thing was amiss.

Pray-tell, what was amiss one might ask?

Why, you see the front half of his was sur­pris­ingly dry for a kid who JUST fin­ished wash­ing it.  Lightly misted, maybe. But for all intents and pur­poses it was DRY. That is going to stand out to a momma.

“Um, yah…I washed it.” Was his answer, he wasn’t budging.

“OK, so how did you wash you hair? What soap did you use.”

“I used the sham­poo on the side of the tub. I washed it like this {hand raises to demon­strate how}” And then it makes sense.

“Alright, you did great wash­ing the BACK and very top of your head. How about the front?”

There I saw his hand slowly move to the front of his head, eyes get­ting wider as he moves from wet hair to dry hair {hair that at most was lightly misted from the shower}. And it dawns on him.

“Oh, man I washed it. Just not all of it. But some of it still counts right? I mean I did wash my hair, some hair is still hair, right?”

Ugh, yes and no mis­ter. Yes and no.

I also need more cof­fee to deal with this.  Lots more coffee.

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