So, after only 26 hours of sweet dry tender times with my parents, they decided to “clean” me. I heard them saying they needed to deal with my hair, and I thought that since it was so thick and bountiful they were going to take pictures of it for a magazine. Well, they took pictures all right, but it wasn’t for a magazine or anything nice. I think they thought it might be grosser than it needed to be.
However, after my initial protestations, I soon fell in love with how fresh and smooth and glowing my countenance was. I was in a quiet rapture, actually.