There was quite the little confrontation this morning. The Bratchild stomps up, gameboy in hand and nose wrinkled. "Momma, your hair attacked me in the shower."

Right. "I was sleeping. I don't sleep in the shower, especially not when it's all watering. How could my hair attack you?"

"A part of it detached itself and viciously attacked me. Luckily, I was was able to fight it off and destroy it before I got hurt."

"My hair! You destroyed my hair!" So I viciously attacked him with tickle bugs (aka fingers) until he laughed a lot. Heh.