The Hygiene Talk

 


Asking my husband to have “the talk” with my eldest son about personal hygiene, regular everyday showering, and the use of a flannel, soap and water. The armpit check to ensure you’re smelling fresh before exiting the shower, if not hit the soap and water again. Then the application of deodorant, and lotion to moisturise your skin (we are a black family there is no excuse for ashy knees, elbows, and hands Coca Butter is our friend). It’s a sensitive subject I suggested to my husband to tackle this matter diplomatically we don’t want to knock his self-esteem. This is how the conversation went.

“Son, your mum said you stink, get washed” Job done.

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