You know you are suffering from a crazy hair crisis when your Mom walks across the office to fix your hair. It felt a little wild and unruly but I had no idea it was sticking up in unnatural ways until my Mom stopped by my desk and smoothed it down.
At the office, we aren't Mother and Daughter. We downplay that relationship and focus on work. But on days my hair (or if my make up was wonky, or my clothing malfunctioned) I definitely want my Mom to fix it.
I think I'd draw the line at a spit bath, though. It's a time honored tradition of mother's licking their fingers to clean a child's face, and I've done it to my own children when they were small, but it's kind of....nasty. I wouldn't object to Mom telling me I had a little something to wash off. I'll just do the actually washing myself!