What I get for taking a shower
For once, I didn't put Gabe in his room while I took a shower. Not a good idea. The following conversation ensued when I got out.
Gabe: "Mommy, hair."
Me: "What about it, Gabe?" (notice it's sticking up in several spots) "Is it messy? You need to comb it?" (notice it's shiny and sticky) "Gabe what did you put in your hair? Do I even wanna know?"
Gabe: "No, you don't."
Hey, at least he's honest. If you're wondering, it was toddler toothpaste he found in the closet. Oh, and there was a razor with a few blond hairs on it. Good thing I got out when I did.
Gabe: "Mommy, hair."
Me: "What about it, Gabe?" (notice it's sticking up in several spots) "Is it messy? You need to comb it?" (notice it's shiny and sticky) "Gabe what did you put in your hair? Do I even wanna know?"
Gabe: "No, you don't."
Hey, at least he's honest. If you're wondering, it was toddler toothpaste he found in the closet. Oh, and there was a razor with a few blond hairs on it. Good thing I got out when I did.
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