sweet: he told me recently that he finds a single hair in his sandwich at lunch almost every single day. a long, scraggly, brown-colored hair. i apologized profusely, of course, because - gross. and he said, "oh, that's okay mom! you're probably just really tired when you're making my lunch."
not-so-sweet: on a regular basis, he comes up behind me while i'm sitting at the computer, removes the elastic hair thing from my ponytail, and shoots it across the room.