After bath tortures, I would get wrapped up in my towel and carried to the room to be blow-dried.
Note: Carried. I'm a KING, remember? Oh geez, a KING who gets tortured!!
These are my stoned looks which totally prove that I do indeed get tortured:
Then a little 'dance' with the arms after realising that the hardest part was over:
Not knowing that another would begin!
Blowing starts (on lowest aka coolest setting):
Mom gets to do hand exercises too since she has to keep moving the dryer all over me (to prevent burning)!
Notice I get natural center-parting?? buahahaha
That little pink towel, mom uses it with the other hand to wipe me at same time, in order to dry me faster.
Standard Protocol says I get a treat after the torture.
So here's my raw french bean; nom...nom...nom