Shampoo review

Tonight at bathtime I was washing Faith’s hair. After I’d wet her hair, she reached for the shampoo. I put a tiny little dab of it on her hand and she rubbed it into her hair, or rather her forehead with me directing her to move her hand to the top of her head. I meanwhile squeezed a little more shampoo onto my own hand so I could get the rest of her hair properly lathered. She dipped her hand into my little puddle of shampoo, and before I could say ‘No Faith, don’t eat shampoo’ she’d taken a big lick. She coughed and spluttered a little, and then looked at me.

‘Not very nice,’ she said.

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