Friday, April 14, 2006

That’s Where We Keep the Cream Rinse

Before I fled the country last week Ellis decided that she needed to change her hairstyle. She came into the living room, with half her head wet; the front half.

“Ellis, why is your hair wet?”

“I washed it!”

“Really? You got in the tub with your clothes on and washed your hair?”

“No! Not in the tub!”

“Where did you wash your hair, Ellis?”

“The toilet!”

Needless to say, we re-washed her hair in the tub and gave her a few instructions on proper respect for the toilet. And that it’s not really a swimming pool, no matter how tempting it looks.

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