How do I know this? Because I have arthritis in my left shoulder and when I had my surgery my husband had to get in the shower and wash my hair for me...at first he was excited because he thought he was going to get lucky. Yeah right, after that didn't happen he was just kind of annoyed.
I explained this to my hairy son, and he scoffed. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday all went by, well you get the picture, Sunday night Lady Godiva comes to me and says: Mom, you gotta wash my hair.
Next was the logistics of the situation, how would this be accomplished? after all he is 17 and I have not seen him naked in YEARS. He hatched a plan, he would don his swimming trunks and get in the shower and get soaking wet. Then I would get in, fully clothed, with the water off and wash his hair. Then I would get out, he would rinse, remove trunks and wash his nether regions.
So Sunday night I get in the shower and grab the shampoo to wash his hair.
He goes: MOM! What are you doing?
me- washing your stinky hair.
Lady G- why are you using the shampoo?
me- to get it clean.
Lady G- You're doing it WRONG, the conditioner goes first, then the shampoo.
me- WHAT!?! Have you never read the bottle? Shampoo rinse repeat, follow with conditioner.
Lady G- you are the one who told me to use Conditioner first!
me- why would I do that, you're nuts, that hair is growing into your brain. How long have you been doing that?
Lady G- FOREVER
HUBS pops his head in the bathroom- What is going on in there? How long is this going to take?
And so I discovered that my son has not washed his hair properly in at least 10 years!