No-brainer

A couple of nights ago, Ellie was combing her hair. To be more precise, she was combing her bangs. After she'd finished her own, she moved on to her daddy's hair. He doesn't normally have bangs, but his hair is short, so she enjoyed combing it down onto his forehead. Once she decided that she'd made him look silly enough, she turned to me. The trouble is that my hair is long and curly, not to mention tied back in a pony tail, so she was at a loss. She tried a few different approaches, but kept getting her comb tangled in my hair. Finally she said, "Mommy, you have no brains!"

Once Jason had stopped laughing long enough to catch his breath, he suggested that maybe she meant "bangs" and not "brains." I sure hope so!