I had managed to scrub her and her hair clean with the no tears kids wash. Time to condition. “Keep your head back, Bethany. This is grown-up conditioner. You don’t want it in your eyes,” I advised.
I let her keep squirting bath tiles as I combed it through her tangled locks. After quite a bit of wrangling a squirmy slippery kid, I managed to get it all rinsed out without incident to her eyes. Until…
I let her play for a second while I got her towel, at which point she decided to load up her squirt toy one last time. This time she aimed right for her face and let fly with it. “OW! MY EYE!” she yelped grabbing for the towel.
“Honey, I told you that was grown up conditioner. You shouldn’t have squirted yourself in the eye with that water.”
“I didn’t!” Max protested. “I squirted it at my face, but then the water went in that crack I keep my eyeball in!”