From the Mouth of Babes

First, a little context:  We sometimes bribe our kids to eat.  Sue us. We'll tell them, "eat all your lunch and you can have a cookie (or an ice cream, or a popsicle, or whatever.)".

Second, over the weekend, Janelle came into the bathroom when I was shaving.  She got Jeni's brush and offered it to me and said, "Here Daddy, brush your hair."  Jeni's brush is one of those things for long haired women, with individual, thick bristles.  You know, a few single, stiff, bristles in several rows perpendicular to the vented spine of the brush.  All the women have one.  I told Janelle that I didn't have enough hair to use Mommy's brush and I use a comb instead. (as an aside, she said "Grandpa doesn't have enough hair either").

Tonight, Janelle was having trouble getting to sleep, so I went up and cuddled with her and rocked her a bit.  She pinched some chest hair, below my collar, and then said, "Daddy, you have a lot of hair...... on your head."  (now running her fingers over my rapidly thinning head) "If you eat all your lunch, you can have some more hair... and some more hair... and some more hair, and then you can use Mommy's brush to brush your hair, if you eat all your food."

Bless her little heart.  You can't hide from your kids.