Just like Daddy

Connor woke up with fuzzy-head. In an effort to make him presentable for school, I pulled out some spray-in conditioner.

"Let me spray this in your hair," I said. I could see protest mounting in his face. In order to mitigate the impending melt-down, I came up with a lie.

"Daddy uses this. You can be just like Daddy. We can even use Daddy's brush."

Connor grinned. "I'm gonna be just like Daddy?!" He laughed out loud.

Then his face fell.

"Mommy," he asked. I could hear the concern in his voice. "This won't make my hair disappear, will it?"