Rachel does not like having her hair combed. At least not by me. So in an effort to make hair combing more welcome, when she wanted to spray my hair with water and comb it, I welcomed her attentions.

She was having a great time, spraying my head with (cold) water, and combing it. I had to stop her when she started hitting my scalp with the tines of the comb. It hurt. So she went to the kitchen and came back with a fork. She told me it was a dinglehopper and was going to take my tangles out.

Where did she learn that one?

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