Taking me literally

After lunch, I told him, "Go wash your hands and face, please.  Wash your face really really good.  Wash all over.  All over your face."  Because, you know, he had really liked the chicken and pasta and had applied a liberal coating of the sauce from nose to chin.

After a while I realized that he'd been in the bathroom a really long time.  I hollered in my Mother of the Year voice for him to hurry up and finish.

He presented himself for inspection, nodding and earnestly telling me, "Wash face.  All over.  Clean!  Wash head."

True indeed that he had washed his head.  Instead of using the usual liquid pump hand soap, he had grabbed the bar of Protex antibacterial bath soap and rubbed it all over his face and hair.  He managed to rinse off his face by himself, but the semi-solid suds remained ground into his hair.

 

We laughed and laughed and then I chased him around for a while with a wet towel, trying to dab soap goo off his Clean! Cleeeeean! head.