Can I touch this?
Are you sure?
I don't think I want this.
No, really. Take it away.
Now...who is going to wash my hair?
I asked Greg to go give Grant a bath after these shnanagans were over and instead he took Grant upstairs, sprayed some detangling conditioner in his hair and brushed it. Hardly a bath, if you ask me. He came back "looking" clean, but smelled of frosting and had crusty hair. Good grief.
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