Scene: I am seated in the waiting area of a hair salon, trying to read Men's Journal without snickering out loud at the sheer goofiness of the articles. My son Miles has just sat down in the barber's chair. Miles, being Eight, has the power to say things that everyone else just wishes they could say.
Hairdresser: Hoo boy you sure have a lot of cowlicks. Did your Grandma ever tell you that? That cow must have loved you, boy! That reminds me of the story about the brown cow in the hospital. Do you want me to tell you that story?
Miles: No.
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