You like my hair?

My daughters, how I love them. My little one was in the bed this morning... my bed... and in the morning you have to walk on eggshells with her because you're just one bad move away from a meltdown. So anyway, I avoided a significant emotional event (barely, I was trying to put my arm around her) and she says, "You like my hair?" "I love your hair, in fact I love every part of you."

And she gave me a kiss.

Sometimes you screw up and other times you're a genius...