The Shower Cap

shower cap

My girlfriend’s brother was about five years old and he was in love.

His affection was directed at a frilly pink shower cap. He wore it around the house, on outings, and to kindergarten. And no amount of bribery or coercion could make him take it off.

He even slept in it.

To him, that shower cap was his everything, and it was staying firmly planted on his head.

But it needed to go. After a week of no hair washing, his mother put her foot down. One night she crept into this room and quietly and carefully removed the cap.

He was upset about the whole thing for a while. But soon his lost love was replaced by another; a wooden shower brush on a rope, which he wore around his neck like a medal.

(photo courtesy of Arianna Perez/