I was helping Henry get dressed this morning and noticed a long strand of my hair trailing off his shirt.
When I started to pull it off, I realized it must have been washed with the shirt because it had somehow stubbornly woven itself into the fabric.
Henry thought it was something else entirely.
Henry: Don't pull that, Mama! That's a BOY HAIR! It's SUPPOSED to be there!!
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