Driving back home after dinner tonight, Miles discovered a long hair in his car seat (presumably…hopefully?…Jaclyn’s), which he held up proudly.
“Look at this!” he called from the backseat. “Look at this hair!!!”
As is so often the case when I’m trying to operate a vehicle, I replied, “Miles, I need to focus on driving. Could you cool it?” Then I thought to add, “Please don’t put that hair in your mouth.”
He just kept giggling to himself. “I’m a real hair-ro!” Miles declared, suddenly discovering puns.