Of course, this put a bit of a crunch in my midday plans, as now a bath was in order. But even a "lather, rinse, repeat" couldn't get all of it out. For what little hair he had he sure did manage to massage that pomade down deep. I got him out of the bath, dried him and dressed him, and then saw the back of Marissa's head. *cue Ghost.buster's music*
"Umm, Marissa why is there a big glob of pomade in YOUR hair?" I ask--surely she didn't "pull an Emmett" too!
"Ohhhhh, I felt Emmett playing with my hair, I didn't know he was putting that in it!" she tells me, feeling for the big hunk of stickiness plastered to the back of her head.
Ah, lovely. Emmett has opened a salon. You're all invited. And midday bath #2--complete.