"Do you ever wish you were me?" she asked. "So you could do really good hairstyles?"
She'd styled her own shiny, straight brown hair today: asymmetrical pigtails on the sides with the back hanging loose, just past her shoulders. She's excited that it's finally getting long after her self-inflicted pixie in October 2010. She's way into hair. She does darned good work for a five-year-old.
I had to laugh at her question. She was unfazed.
"What if I were your mom?" she followed up.
"Then," I said, "I guess I would have really great hair, all the time."
She nodded, satisfied.
But humility is a virtue, right? Life seems to be cultivating that one in me.