During Henry's bedtime snuggle tonight, he reached out a small hand and ran it through my hair. I've been meaning to get it cut but even my bangs have grown out and it's well past my shoulders now.
I should probably also add some context to this. We recently watched a cartoon about a caterpiller and tadpole growing up into a butterfly and frog and Henry's been speculating on what he's going to change into. He's moved on from "I'm going to spin a cocoon and change into a butterfly" to some rather interesting ideas.
Henry: Mama, how come you got long hair? Does your hair grow an' grow? Can my hair grow that long?
Mama: Yes, Henry. If we don't cut your hair, it will grow and grow too.
Henry: I want my hair to grow and grow so it's as long as yours. When I grow up, I want to be a girl.
Mama: You mean like you want to change like a caterpiller?
Henry: Yeah! Like the caterpiller turns into a butterfly an' the EEL turns into a FROG!
That would be a tadpole, sweetie.
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