Chapter 64

''Daddy, please wash my hair for me,'' Michael told his dad. The excitement that Michael was showing had to be the most intense he had ever been in his life.

''How is it usually being washed? How does your mother do it?'' Richard asked.

Richard had always had things done for him, it was never the other way around since he was born. Now his son was making him do this confusing thing. He had never washed anybody's hair before, not in his entire life.

Richard didn't know where to start.

''She would lay me on her lap and wash it so many times with a shampoo and a conditioner, and then she would comb it. That's how to do it,'' Michael replied.

Richard looked at how prim and proper he was, and knew that he could not lie the boy down on his lap because he would get wet, so he unbuckled his pants and un-tucked his shirt from inside his pants.

As soon as Richard bent to help his son wash his hair, his trousers tore at the center.