I Was Right

I had my hair cut today, which isn’t exactly big news. What was bigger news was that baby chose today to pick up a brush, sit next to me on the floor, and brush my hair. She had heard her mother and me talking about the haircut, and evidently understood enough to want to show her interest in the topic. I didn’t mind that she used the non-bristle side of the brush, or that she sometimes tapped me more than anything resembling a brushing motion. When I told her today that she had a beautiful smile, she flashed her eight teeth for me to take another look, and it turns out I was right.