Hair

When I was a kid, I had very long straight hair.  Your grandmother used to tell me that the Tangle Fairy visited at night, because every morning I’d wake up with huge snarls.

 

It’s possible we may revive that little family myth.

 

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You do have long hair.  Reeeaaallly quite long.  I don’t care, personally, and every time I suggest cutting it (usually when it’s tangled and snarled), you forcefully resist. 

Your father doesn’t mind either, unless people mistake you for a girl.  This is unlikely to happen, particularly since you’ve started wanting to dress in what you call “GI Joe” gear.

I told you I didn’t want you to wear the pants AND the shirt, it’s “too much GI Joe”, you’re not a hunter.  You effectively out-maneuvered me by asking me to dress you in the shirt, and then later asking your father to get you the pants.

“It’s too much, Mama!” you exclaimed gleefully.  “Too much GI Joe!”

 

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A hair conversation:

“Xander, you have to wear a hat.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s still cold and wind will blow in your ears.”

“Oh, and in my hair?”

“Yes, and in your hair. So let’s put your hat on your head.”

“My head is hairy?”

“Yes, your head is most certainly hairy.”

(with a mischievous grin) “No….my hair is head-y!”

 

Wordplay is also apparently a family favorite.