Emme is nursing her sprained foot with exuberance. It has been odd to hear the clunk clunk clunk of my crutches as they move about the house once more. But at least I know where she is at all times, either by the crashing family heirlooms or the screech of a hapless sibling. As she’s learned, crutches are handy weaponry.
We’ve been reluctant to set her free in the shower, so we had to come up with a plan to keep at least her hair clean. My plan included a hose and the backyard. The following was Fiddledaddy’s answer.
I like my idea better.
But this was the cleanest her hair has been in the 5 years since she’s been washing it on her own. And I got my counter cleaned in the deal.