"What are you doing?" I quickly turned away from him again.
"Get into the tub," I said.
"I was just about to do that. I want you to also wash my hair. Can you do that?"
"Yes, just get into the tub already."
"Let me get the shampoo and conditioner." He started to move, but I screamed, stopping him.
"Get into the tub. I'll get the shampoo and conditioner myself. Just get in," I pleaded.
He sighed and murmured, "Okay." He got into the tub, and the foamy bath covered most of his lower body. I turned after making sure he was in the bathtub.
"Where are the shampoo and conditioner?" I asked.
He pointed, and I walked over to the two containers. I brought them to him and started by wetting his hair. After wetting it, I applied shampoo and began scrubbing his scalp. His hair became foamy, and some of the foam got into his eyes.
"Ouch," he winced.
"My eyes," he said, pointing. I gasped when I noticed.
"I'm sorry." I grabbed a towel and immediately cleaned his face.
