Dinner conversation last night:
Kiddo: Mom, what's in your hair?
Mom: (touching at where she was looking) "I don't think there's anything there, honey.
Kiddo Mom, what's in your hair?
Mom: (feeling again) I don't feel anything, can you get it out?
Kiddo: Mom, what's in your hair?
Mom: Really, I don't know, come get it out.
Daddy: I don't see anything.
Kiddo: Mom, what's in your hair?
(long pause)
Mom: I have curly hair, it doesn't lie flat like yours. It's just my hair.
Kiddo: Whoa.
