Adulthood doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't rely on his parents for basic supplies when he's home. If he's out of something, he usually comes upstairs and takes ours. I don't begrudge him toilet paper - as long as it's not the last roll in the house.
But the week he got here, he stole my conditioner.
I have baby-fine hair that tangles easily, and I rely on my conditioner. I'm not particular about what shampoo I use, but I like my shampoo and conditioner to match - that is, I like them both to smell the same.
So I buy shampoo and a matching conditioner. My current combo is a house brand from my local "natural" pharmacy, and its label says it's scented with "Ylang Ylang and Ginger."
Whatever. It has a kind of pleasant medicinal/menthol/herby smell to me.
The first morning I noticed my conditioner was gone. I knew who the culprit was.
For some reason, I use shampoo at a greater rate than I use conditioner, so when I'm out of shampoo, I still have a little conditioner in the bottle. So even though I was annoyed, I was able to use the remaining conditioner from the previous pair. It was lemon-scented.
Another thing I'm sharing with my son during his visit home is the Volkwagen. I usually drive it, but while he's home he drives me to work each morning so he can keep the car during the day.
I always forget to ask him to return my conditioner until we're in the car. The conversation usually goes like this:
Me: "Hey, can you please return my conditioner?"
Him: [Sigh] "Sorry, I forgot. Sure. I'll do it when I get back home."
Me: "Why don't you stop at Vons on the way home and get yourself some, that way you won't need mine."
Him: [Sigh] "Okay."
But each morning, I end up smelling like Ylang Ylang, ginger, and lemons.
Yesterday, I squeezed the tube of lemon-scented conditioner, and nothing came out but air. I spent the day frizzy. Although, I smelled more coordinated.
"I think he got some," said [The Man I Love]. "He got back before I left for work, and I saw a bottle on the counter."
"Let me just pick up some, just in case," I said, "for the next time he runs out."
So I grabbed the nearest bottle of the cheap stuff - Suave conditioner. Coconut scent.
When we arrived home, there was no bottle of conditioner on the counter. I figured Son had properly distributed both hair-care products to the rightful bathrooms. I left the Suave on the counter.
This morning, in the shower, I wet my hair and looked down for the shampoo - Hey!!! I still don't have any conditioner!!!!
So I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around me and stormed dripping down to the kitchen to grab the coconut stuff.
Now I smell like mentholish Ylang Ylang and Ginger and Coconut. Kind of like an oily lounge chair at a beach resort in Australia.
After I finished and dried my hair I went down to the basement with the bottle of Suave. "Hey!" I knocked on his door. "Where's my conditioner?"
"Oh, Sorry. I'll get it." He went into his bathroom.
"I bought you this last night!" I said, brandishing the Suave. "Take. it."
"Actually, I bought some conditioner yesterday morning. I'm sorry I forgot to bring yours back upstairs." He handed me my conditioner and took the Suave.
Hey wait a minute! It felt suspiciously light. It's almost empty!
Gimme back the coconut stuff!
These are limones cocadas, Mexican candied limes stuffed with sweet coconut. Maybe I should buy lime-scented shampoo next time.