This morning Marlo asked me to braid her hair, specifically two braids like this. She asked me to touch her hair, you guys. And do something to it other than leave it hanging in her face. I got to play with my kid’s hair. And she didn’t scream or complain or turn around and punch me in the face. From the moment I found out I was giving birth to a girl, what, ten years ago? THIS. This scenario is what came to mind. Thank you, Lil Donette.