Tonight when I was leaving for a rehearsal (by the way, I'm in a show), 17-month-old cute-as-a-button Rachel approached me and said, "Hold me! Hold me!" I was happy she wanted to spend a moment with me. But just as I started to lean over to pick her up, she became very excited and detoured to her left to go around me, saying "Brush! Brush!" and then picked up a toy hairbrush on the floor behind me.
What would you choose? Your dad, or a hairbrush?
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