“Kristine.”
“Yep.”
[Big Eyes — I’m in trouble]
“Kristine…how many containers of product would you guess are in the shower?”
[covering my eyes — I’m in trouble]
“Just guess. How many bottles of WHATEVER in there; shampoo, conditioner, soaps. How many would you guess?”
[peeking out from hands]
“THIRTY FIVE! There are THIRTY FIVE BOTTLES OF STUFF IN THE SHOWER! That is a bottle for every year you have been alive.”
[mumble something about him taking out the trash in there]
“That’s it. I’m going to shower in the sink for now on.”

My sister is a hairdresser. I can’t help it.