Year 4, Day 197

There was a time, not so long ago, when I had a comb. I hadn't seen it in days...until Miles busted into the bathroom and started "pew-pew"ing me with it, like it was a magic wand or something. Yeah, not sure I'm getting that thing back at this point.

Year 3, Day 241

This morning, Miles snatched my comb off of the bathroom counter and darted off with it. Tonight I found his carefully chosen hiding place for it. That's it under the vacuum cleaner.