Henry Takes a Bath

Last Thursday, Henry went to supper with my manager and me at a local Italian restaurant. After supper, I went to work at a career fair and Henry went for a nap in my backpack along with my manager's leftovers - a pasta dish with lots of oil and garlic.

Just before the career fair started, I discovered that Henry had gotten into the leftovers and was covered in oil and garlic. It was awful. He smelled like he had eaten an entire clove of garlic and washed it down with a bottle of extra-virgin olive oil. I squeezed as much oil out of his head as I could, but that didn't help. It was coming out his pores. I tucked him in my backpack and brought him home.

Since Thursday, Henry has been hiding from me because, as it turns out, he was scared of having a bath. It was his fear of shrinkage: He didn't want to end up smaller than he already is.

Men. They're so irrational.

Tonight, after much pursuading, he agreed to have a bath. (I think the smell was getting to him too.)

He insisted on taking a book with him to the bathroom, but I wouldn't let him read it in the bath because I didn't want a soggy book.

He really liked the scent of the camomile shampoo:

Once I filled up the "tub", he jumped right in like an old pro:

The majority of the oil and garlic was on his face, so I lathered him up and then we made shampoo mohawks:

After I was satisfied that I had done all I could with the shampoo, I let Henry relax in the "tub" for a while:

He asked for the candle.

I let him have some privacy and went downstairs for a bit... reassured by the sound of Henry singing and occasional splashes and "bubble" noises. When I figured that he had had enough, I went upstairs and drained the sink.

Erm...

Perhaps I should have worried about "shrinkage" after all?


* Please note: Henry was squished for comedic effect. He did not shrink and was not harmed in any way. He still smells a bit like garlic.