When Ben hits the bathroom, he makes sure to wash his hands – as many times as there are sinks (unless there’s a dozen or something like that – then he just bothers with one). His technique is a little idiosyncratic, natch:
Put down book;
Soap in one palm, rinse;
Soap in the other palm, rinse;
Soap in both palms, rinse;
But don’t think Ben’s inflexible. If someone is using a sink, he’ll pause, and then go around to the next. He’s a mellow fellow.
The men’s room at the Cleveland Art Museum has five sinks. I don’t have to worry about holding his hand when we leave the bathroom.