When I was that age, I was running from my stepfather who was going to comb my hair. I ran into a woman who was carrying a tub of boiled starch. It was dumped all over me. Some of the scar tissue did not dissappear until my late 30s.
I didn’t really LIKE getting my face washed, but it was okay. What I hated was Mom spitting on the corner of her snot rag and wiping my face with spit!. EeeYUCK!
We started them young and made a game of it. Never had any problem
This woman’s parenting skills are so low.
Hate to see him at bath time.
Moms need to remember that noses are tender, and you can’t just scrub right over them without it hurting!
I can remember the washcloths were the size of tablecloths at that age!! and Hot!
I liked washing myself, including my face… and behind my ears. I still do.
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