Tonight I got home from my PTO (dinner and drinks and a Pizzoki, I love my PTO!) meeting, and The Politician was still awake, so I went in to kiss him goodnight.
P: Momma, Sissy made me fall in the playroom, and my head was about to crack open, but Daddy put some ice on it to keep it from cracking open. There's a bump there, but you probably can't feel it because it's under the barnacles.
Sasha: You mean the follicles?
P: Yeah, that's it. That's what our hair grows out of.