Hen, still up after I returned from a night out with friends: Mama, your hair is like Rapunzel's.
Me: Yeah?
Hen: Yeah, it's like a spiderweb. What's the spiderweb hair doing?
Me: Oh. >insert pause< I don't know.
Hen, gentle yank of hair followed by a not-so-gentle yank: I'm getting out the tangles. I love you. Don't worry. Just tangles. Just a tangle. I love you the way you are. I love your hair. I'm not ripping your hair off your head. I'm just laying down and cuddling with you.
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